Reflection

It had been a few days since Emily met with Duncan Blackwell. She had tried to keep her mind busy at her part-time retail job, but found herself too distracted. Not knowing what was going to happen next, she booked the next week off.

Her beach front cottage that she lived in was well enough away from the main beach of the tourist beachside community. A few hours from the city in which she grew up. She loved her little cottage and the quiet beach it backed onto.

She packed a beach bag with a towel, a bottle of wine and an assortment of foods to make her own little charcuterie board. Wearing a little dark yellow bikini, she ventured down the sand trail through a thicket of bush separating her cottage from the beach.

She laid out the towel and setup her charcuterie board and poured a glass of wine. The mid day sun shined down on her already tanned skin, while she slowly sampled the wine and food. She sat there for a few minutes after taking in the beautiful tranquility. Eventually gettign up to go for a swim in the serene lake water.

The water was warm from the mid summer sun. She swam for nearly 30 minutes before getting out. Drying herself off with her towel. Her wet clinging to her shoulders. She packed her things and made her way back up to the cottage.

Emily had never closed the windows or doors to her cottage, unless she was going out. She hadn't noticed it right away, but eventually noticed the plain white box sitting on her coffee table with a plain white envelope on top. she stopped in her tracks, looking around. "Hello?" She quickly scanned each room to find she was alone. Whoever dropped off this package let themselves in and left right after.

She sat down in front of the package, lifting the envelope from it. The letter inside was plain and to the point. 'A car will pick you up tomorrow evening around 4. I want you wearing only what's in the box.' Emily felt a knot in her stomach, realizing that either Duncan or someone who worked for him let themselves in. Invading her privacy.

She lifted the lid of the box to reveal a black mini dress and strappy high heel sandals. along with it an assortment of makeup. Duncan Blackwell wanted her dressed a certain way, making his intentions with her known. Confirming everything she suspected the man wanted of her.

She closed the box, shutting her eyes. A deep sense of dread washed over her, bringing about a few tears. Tonight was more than likely her last night in this little paradise of hers. She would cry herself to sleep...