Alexs future

It had been years since Sylvie disappeared.

I searched for her for a long time. I called the police, hired private investigators, and even confronted Emily multiple times. She always gave me the same calm, sympathetic smile and said she had no idea where Sylvie had gone. No one could find any trace of her. It was like she had vanished into thin air. After two years of searching, I finally had to accept that she was gone.

Life moved on. I met Abbigail three years ago. She was beautiful in a gentle, wholesome way. Long auburn hair that fell in soft waves, warm hazel eyes, a kind smile, and a curvy but modest figure. She worked as a teacher and had a calm, nurturing personality that helped heal the hole Sylvie left behind. Our relationship was stable, loving, and normal. In just a few days we were getting married. Tonight was my stag night, and my friends had arranged something special for me.

They blindfolded me in the car and laughed the whole way. When they finally took the blindfold off, I was standing in the lobby of what looked like a high-end gentleman’s club. Dim lighting, expensive décor, and beautiful women walking around in lingerie. My friends cheered and pushed me toward the main area.

“Best stag night ever, mate!” one of them shouted.

I smiled awkwardly and went along with it. We were given a private booth with a large screen showing headshots of the available girls. You could click on them to see more details and order them to the room.

I assumed it was just a fancy strip club. I ordered a drink and tried to relax while my friends laughed and picked girls.

Then one of the headshots appeared on the main screen.

My heart stopped.

It was Sylvie.

Her face was unmistakable, even with heavy makeup and a distant, submissive look in her eyes. She had the same features, the same hair, but her lips were noticeably puffy and enhanced now. Her expression was completely different. Glassy and broken, with a small, practiced smile. Below her photo was her working name: “Luna – Fully Trained Obedient Whore”.

I stared at the screen in frozen horror. My friends were laughing and cheering, completely unaware. One of them was already clicking on other girls to order them to the room.

Sylvie… my Sylvie… was working here.

As a whore.

I couldn’t look away.