/** Trigger warning: non-consent, kidnapping **/
Sadie looked phenomenal this evening. Black, leather dress clung tightly to her slim body. A narrow corset accentuated her waist. The back of the dress curved around her behind; it ended at her thighs. Her long legs seemed to stretch forever. She teamed the garment with shiny black stilettos. With black curls styled after old Hollywood stars and red lipstick, Sadie looked like a true femme fatale.
If until now it has been difficult to judge how vain Sadie is, let it be known that she almost missed leaving the house, unable to take her eyes off her reflection in the mirror.
It was raining heavily. Sadie’s heels splashed puddles on the sidewalk as she rushed to the car. It only took a few steps for her feet to be completely wet. Bothersome start. Apparently, the evening wasn’t going to be all perfect.
The time has come to drive away from the crowded street illuminated by neon lights and drive off to a secluded spot where Sadie planned to hunt down her companion today.