Alex 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 425
There will be newspapers scattered on the streets next week. Of course, the newsboy had to trip and spill his bag all over the main street, making the road look apocalyptic. None of that worries anybody, like any other normal day. But if you focus your eyes on the pages fluttering by in the wind, tearing away from their stapled spines, you may notice it. Black and white ink smearing all over doesn’t cover the portrait printed on page 3. MISSING: REWARD OFFERED. Your picture looks quite good, I must admit. They used the one your wife took at the banquet last May.
Being printed in the newspapers must be some kind of curse.
But no, you wanted this. Life getting you down, gotta get away from it all. Wife not bending to your needs, work getting in the way. And funnily enough, that personal ad posted in the paper two weeks ago has led to everyone knowing your face. “Volunteer Wanted: Call to discuss details.” No other information, but when you dialed my voice oozed through your phone. It was all you needed, to give up your mortal life to become my sex slave. Nobody would know where you went, and you wouldn’t have to face it all ever again.
Desires of the mind come first. Secondly, the body. You had to take the opportunity when it was presented. Sitting in bed, thinking about what would happen to you when I snagged you and you were trained to my liking. Isn’t that what every boy like you wants? Of course, now you are not such a boy anymore. I will never address you as anything like that again, nor will anyone else. It is time to push your limits, and become the best slave you can be! The ad in the newspapers cannot go to waste now, can it?