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After all, it’s been a hellish seven days—a long couple of weeks, actually. A long couple of months even. I’ve been working beyond hard at my company, Titan Electrical, and I haven’t had any time to put my feet up and relax in God knows how long. But that’s all going to change this weekend because after months of nonstop work, I think it’s only fair to reward myself with a weekend 0f solitude on the mountain. I have a cabin in the middle of nowhere, and it’s going to be just the thing. Time to kick back, drink some cold booze, rock out to some music, and relax.
It’s always so peaceful in the woods too, with just Mother Nature and nobody else to deal with. Hell, maybe I’ll read a book or even sleep the day away. It’s perfect, given how hard I’ve been working myself.
Of course, I usually only come to the cabin during hunting season, but even that works out because it means that none of my neighbors will be around. My closest neighbor is twenty miles away, so it’s not exactly “close,” but the solitude gives me peace. I’ll be able to hear myself think, which hasn’t happened in a long time.
Don’t get me wrong, I like people. I like socializing, I like my employees, and I understand that having my own company means that I need to be a people-person by default. But the isolation will be nice because tons of social interaction can get overwhelming.
Just as I’m going around a particularly steep bend, I hear what sounds like another vehicle coming down the road. That’s weird because my closest neighbor is twenty miles away, and like I mentioned, it’s not hunting season. Then at that last moment, my vision is filled with headlights. What stupid person is driving with their head lamps on in the middle of the day? I have to squint to avoid getting in a crash as a huge Mercedes roars past, going way above the speed limit. I barely have the time to register as it disappears around another curve.
Who the fuck was that? Most people on the mountain drive serviceable cars, and not fancy luxury sedans. Plus, I caught a glimpse of the driver’s features, and he looked crazy. He was gripping the wheel with white-knuckled fingers, his mouth open in a maniacal laugh. But there was nothing to laugh about. Hell, I should call the sheriff before he crashes that thing, ending his own life.
But then, I shrug my shoulders a little and let out a breath. I’m not going to dwell on it because maybe I was seeing things. It’s the middle of the day but I’ve been working so hard that perhaps I imagined the maniacal grin. Regardless, it’s none of my business.
I turn my radio up a little more and start humming along to a song while making my way up the mountain. About twenty minutes later, I finally pull into the circular area in front of the cabin. It’s made of dirt, but it’s serviceable. Trees rustle on either side, and my cabin looks snug as a bug in a rug, as always.
“We’re back, Dorothy,” I say to no one in particular while shutting off the ignition. But then, my eyes narrow and a frown drops the corners of my lips because there’s a light on inside.
What in the world? The only other person who ever comes up to the cabin is my daughter, Addy, but she’s out of town visiting her mom for the weekend, so it can’t possibly be her. Plus, we’re both careful to turn off all the lights when we leave so the electrical bill won’t be sky-high every month.
So what could it be? Slowly, I get out of my truck without closing the door in order to stay silent. Then I grab my gun from the bed of the truck and tiptoe toward the cabin, standing on the balls of my feet.
It’s real quiet and as I approach, nothing seems out of place. Still, I don’t let my guard down as I step onto the porch. It’s probably nothing, but you can never be too sure.
With one hand on my gun, the other twists the doorknob and slowly, I let the wooden slab swing open. Then I peer in, and start abruptly because this is not what I expected. I thought I’d see one of two things when I walked inside: either a completely empty and completely untouched cabin, or a ransacked interior with the intruder long gone. What I wasn’t expecting was a gorgeous girl on the couch, totally nude with a pair of fluffy, pink handcuffs on. Plus, there’s something jammed into her ass. I squint, and then my jaw drops. Is that what I think that is? Is that a dildo she has pushed into her butt?
