One last verification of all the aspects of his plan

He takes a look at his phone, she would be there in 4 hours, just enough time to double check all the pieces of his plan were going to fall right in place. He asked a cab to stop in the middle of the road to the airport, kind of midway between where he lived and the airport, it was in the middle of nowhere, the road was mostly empty, only a few cars or cabs would appear every now and then. Finding another cab wouldn't be easy, he asked the cab if he could pay him to wait for 15 mn, it would be a little tight but it was enough for what he had to do.

The driver wasn't a talkative man, tho it seemed a little weird, he didn't care to know what this was about, he was just there to do his job, he agreed with a dubious look on his face. "Ok.. but I won't wait one more minute, if you don't come back in exactly 15 mn I'll leave... And I want you to pay me rn" Anthony takes out some cash "Here's your fuckin money... I'll give you more when I come back" he bluntly says to the cab driver as he slams the door. After walking for about 10 mn he was deep in some sort of forest, he realized he was running out of time, and had to be twice as fast on his way his way back, "I hope the driver wants the rest of his money...". He checks the tree where he stopped for a sign, it was the one he had previously marked with a knife, he carved the letter "A" on it, the first letter of his western name.

He takes off his backpack, gets on his knees and starts moving some leaves and branches out of the way, until a wooden door on the ground appeared. He opens the creepy looking trap door, uncovering a deep and dark hole in the ground, tho not so deep by the sound of his backpack as he throws it in there and proceeds to follow his backpack, taking the ladder that was made of ropes and wood that was just hanging there.

After what seemed like a minute or so, he finally reaches the ground and starts walking in the dark tunnel, lighting his way with his phone. A bit of light was starting to appear on the other side. A few stairs lead him to go even deeper down this underground stash, and finally a lit torch on the wall was starting to become visible, and right next to it, a mysterious looking metallic door, of which he had the keys...

In fact, this door he was about to open was hiding a gloomy dungeon he had rented a few days ago, with almost every last bit of savings he had. When this foreign girl he had been exchanging very intimately with for several months said she finally got her plane ticket to join him, he realized it might be the one and only chance he might ever get to live his fantasy, one shot, one opportunity, "would you capture it or just let it slip ?" he said to himself, quoting Eminem. As these thoughts invaded his mind, he had spent hours on end searching for the perfect place to execute his plans, after talking to more than a few questionable individuals on the internet, he landed in the dark web, where he was told he could find just what he was looking for. It just so happened that there was a dungeon nowhere else but 1 hour away from his home, that was being rented for BDSM endeavors and other suspicious activities.

He takes a set of keys out of the pocket of his jacket and uses the fancy looking one (as instructed) to open the first lock. These keys were mailed to him a few days ago, by whoever was on the other side of the screen on that dark web forum, with a few directions and explanations printed on paper. The second key he was to use had a "D" on it, he was told it was "D" for "****" but he giggles as the thought of "D for Dick" crosses his mind.

With the metallic noises of the keys hitting against the door breaking the silence of that dark hell hole, he realizes just how muffled the sound was under there, there was little to no echo despite how empty it was. As he finally gets the door to open, he shouts "fuuuuuck" in triumph and just to appreciate the fact that, even if there was anyone passing by that forest (which there was almost no chance to be by the looks of it), no one would hear anything from there.

His fit of joy is suddenly interrupted by the thought of the cab waiting for him and running out of time. He walks deeper inside this dungeon he had just acquired and towards what seemed like a doorless room, where he was to leave his backpack, full of ... equipment. Quickly he gives the whole place one last look, everything was there, bottles of water, blankets, pillows, some snacks, ... ropes, tape, a baseball bat, and a lot more items.

In less time than it took him to get there, he traces his way back and gets out of the underground stash, closes the door and hides it with leaves and branches just like he found it, and then goes back running to where he left the cab, after realizing it's been 20 mn.

Meeting...

Luckily the cab was still there, he could see it from about 10 meters away. He lowered his pace and took a deep breath, he figured it would be a bit weird to appear as tho he just had a sprint, so he tried to calm down as he was getting closer to the cab. Still the driver looked at him weird, again, when he not only looked strangely sweaty but also came back without the huge backpack he had. Again he was there to do his job and didn't care to ask any questions, it was none of his business.