Page 3 of My Captive's Heart
A week, then I’ll live out my fantasy.
TWO
MOLLY
Everyone has a deep,dark fantasy they hide, never telling a single living soul due to the fear of judgment.
I have no such qualms.
Being the talk of the town for being raised by a single mother, I’ve become a pro at ignoring the unsolicited scrutiny of society. The experience has taught me to be brave and accept the truth that their opinion is a reflection of them, not me.
It’s the reason I didn’t shy away from confessing my dirty fantasy to Matt. He might’ve balked, teased, and been shocked at first, but he didn’t judge me. Maybe that’s why the best friend makes the best boyfriend.
Ever since he said yes, after we talked about it once more, I’ve been counting down the days until we act on it. Dancing butterflies have taken permanent residence in my belly, so much so that even sleeping became a hardship the past week.
Tonight is the night my naughty desire will come true.
Everything has been set in motion.
Excitement courses through my veins as I walk down the street lit with pumpkin-shaped lanterns and tall and scaryskeletons. While kids in all sorts of horror and cute costumes run door to door for trick-or-treating.
We live in a small town like a tight-knit community, so at festivals, every person pitches in to decorate the suburbs and the markets. Halloween is no different. Because of how much both adults and kids love it, it turns into a week-long celebration.
“Molly!”
I whip around at the sound of my name being shouted from somewhere behind me. My best friend, Rita, dressed as a sexy gothic nurse, comes barreling in my direction.
“Whoa! Slow down, Ri,” I chuckle as she slams into me.
“Ahh! Stupid heels,” she groans, steadying herself. “Why did I think it was a good idea to wear them?”
“It goes with your outfit. A classic slutty nurse.”
“Not just any nurse.” She cocks her hip. “I’m a ghost nurse.”
“So, you bring them back to life with your hotness?”
“Exactly.” She winks. “But for a price, of course.”
“What’s that?”
“I control their souls.”
I chuckle. “Wicked.”
“Why aren’t you in your costume?” she utters, giving me a once-over.
I gaze down at my white polka-dot satin top with lace edges and a deep V-neck, leaving my midriff bare and putting my belly button piercing on display. I’ve paired it with straight black denim jeans and matching high-heeled boots.
It’s a sexy outfit for going out on a picnic with your girlfriends. Just not on brand for the scariest night of the year.
I sense Rita’s confusion. However, how do I explain that being a simple girl going about her day, ready to be taken hostage,ismy costume?
“I guess I wanted to stand out by being the odd one out,” I utter with a cheeky grin. “I do, don’t I?”
“You’re a cute weirdo.”
I shrug, looping my arm through hers. “Where are you off to? The club or the haunted house.”
