An Easy Choice

Isaac woke the next day, still sitting on the chair beside his computer, his pants half undone, and semen still splattered all over his hands and lower body. His head was still pounding as his brain struggled to process what had just happened. When he attempted opening his eyelids, the bright light of the sun burnt his vision like searing irons placed onto his retina, making him squint as he tried to move around on wobbly knees.

Fortunately, neither of his parents seemed to have had decided to check on him last night, no doubt thinking him deep in study as exams approached and not wanting to disturb him.

Emma had presented him with a dilemma: accept her as she truly is, along with all the angst, frustration, and humiliation she would bring upon him, or he would never have her again.

The correct choice was an obvious one, as hard as it was to stomach. Things could never go back as they were, he loved her too deeply for that, no matter how peculiar their relationship had become. As his trembling hands called Emma with his phone, he felt as if she had thrown them both off a cliff, into dark waters with ferocious waves that hurled themselves against unmoving rocks.

It was Emma's voice that spoke first, and although she tried her best to hide it, Isaac could still sense a tremor of nervousness. Perhaps she too did not know what awaited them in the water.

"Will you be my boyfriend, Isaac?"

He didn't need time to contemplate, this was what he had always desired. This was the forbidden fruit that he had sought for, and he knew that its juices would be delicious in his parched throat, no matter how bitter the aftertaste.

"Yes," he breathed into the phone.

For a moment, neither of them dared speak, both taking comfort in the sound of the other's deep and nervous breathing. Again, it was Emma that decided to breach their silence.

"Are you angry with me Isaac?"

"No, Emma, I-I-I... I'm not angry with you Emma. Who was he?", he quivered, simultaneously terrified and excited to know the answer.

She had invited some man into his room, into the chair he sat on now, and recorded their fornication. To humiliate him, for her pleasure. However, it was also, as they both knew, his pleasure. The way she twisted a knife into his emotions was a kind of a masochist release for him, those moments where she made him hurt the most was the ultimate form of ecstasy. For her part, the emotions that she wrought from him seemingly gave her a sense of sexual power that was even more gratifying than the diabolical acts themselves. They were symbiotic; her the pretty flower in the garden, and him, the voyeuristic bumble bee. He would hold her hand tightly as they swam through the violent sea, and hope she did not bring them too far into the depths.

Another moment passed where neither of them spoke, he could almost hear the cogs in her brain churning, working to solve what information to divulge.

"If you want to know who Favorite is, I will have to make you earn it another time."

There was a finality to the way she spoke, letting him know that this was not something that he could pry from her unless he paid in flesh.

Who the hell was this 'favorite' Emma had invited into his room?

He certainly wasn't one of the guys Emma had sent him videos of herself with before, since as embarrassing as it was to admit, at this point Isaac could recognise all of Emma's normal roster. Nevertheless, it had to be someone of significance to him, otherwise why would she be so **** to tell him? No doubt one of Emma's quests awaited him to discover this truth.

His thoughts were broken by Emma's soft words, in which he could sense some relief; perhaps she was anticipating a wildly different reaction to her actions.

"I have to go now Isaac. We will talk soon, and I will have things for you to do."

The call disconnected, and although Isaac would have preferred to sit on the chair and contemplate for all eternity, he still had school.