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The mushroom chocolate Luca had given Julian a little earlier was starting to creep up on him. 

“It’s pretty much a microdose bro it’ll be nice” he had assured him. Julian waded through the crowd of the Southampton estate like a spirit trying to pass on to another world. With his silver bussing tray as his compass he brushes past Anya Taylor-Joy chatting with a couple other less recognizable people over glasses of champagne and into the house. Even with the mounting high of the psilocybin coming on, the moment is not surreal. He’s seen pretty much everyone there is to see after almost a year of doing this job. Most of the staff are models, actors, musicians, creatives of some kind that need the flexibility that the gig provides . 

The main throughline is that they’re all hot. Really hot. Julian is 23 and has been modeling for a few years now. He stands at around 6’2” with curly brown hair cut into a modern mullet look, and strong dark eyebrows that contrast his fair skin.. Primarily a fitness model, Julian is also in great shape, evident by the uniform he was put in for this event. Most of the time they just have the staff wear suits, or shirts and ties. Tonight it’s a tight polo and shorts that seemed to fit everyone too short, all in red white and blue of course. He would be humiliated if he didn’t like being ogled at. People that don’t like being looked at didn't last very long at Eden's table. Neither did people who didn’t know how to have fun. There was definitely a culture of drinking and doing drugs on the job, when you’re doing something inane like walking around with a tray of lamb and chimichurri for 4 hours you do what you need to do. 

Still Julian knew how to pace himself. He’d only snuck one margarita so far, knowing that he was going to take the mushroom chocolate later, (hopefully) timing it perfectly for the Stevie Nicks performance and the fireworks. It was a success. The fireworks looked fucking incredible. Now though as he retreated into the warm eclectic living room full of expensive looking art he felt the need for some privacy. Stevie had taken the stage but the crowd and the intensity of the fireworks had overwhelmed him. He was sweating now, definitely from the shrooms. While it is summer, it was night time and the mansion was right on the water, he actually felt pretty underdressed once the sun fell. There were still a few guests mingling inside but the bulk of them were outside waiting for the performance to start. 

Julian headed for the elevator, giving a dumb smile to Elias the bartender on his way. Elias, a little older and more experienced, chuckled, probably at his pupils that were increasingly swallowing up his irises. Julian figured he’d make his way to the makeshift kitchen they had set up in the basement gym and drink a little water. The doors slid open without any noise and part of him felt like he was walking into the house itself, He kinda was walking into the house itself, well he was already inside the house but now he was going to be even more inside the house, like in a painting in a frame versus just one of those velvety sofas. “Oh yeah..” Julian said under his breath in response to his own thoughts. The chocolate was doing its thing now. He slipped into the elevator and the doors slid closed just as smoothly as they opened. He just stood there staring at the buttons for a moment, the air on his skin felt good, as did the fabric of the cheap clothes they dressed him up in.

 He hit the basement and the red glow of the button looked amazing, he hit another button, same amazing red glow, then another and another and another until all the buttons were lit up on the pad. Suddenly the elevator seemed to stop, for a brief moment panic washed over him, but then a little metal door slid open under the row of buttons. “Little elevator door” Julian chuckled to himself, and behind the other elevator door was wouldn't you know it another button for Julian to press. He felt like he was on a roll as far as buttons go so he gave it a push, this one too glowed red and after pressing it he felt the elevator descending down. A pit in his stomach formed, the kind when you go down a big hill on a long car ride.

 The elevator felt a little faster than it did before but Julian wasn’t sure if it was just in his head. He was almost certain he wasn’t tripping hard enough to be imagining this, he’d done mushrooms in the past and he felt pretty confident he knew where he was at mentally. Finally the elevator stopped and the doors slid open silently again. 

Outside the doors the hallway was dark, the only reason he wasn’t entirely blind was because the room at the end of the hallway was lit. From where Julian stood, afraid to take another step, the walls looked like red velvet curtains, the floor was plush red carpet, everything red.. He slowly crept forward, the ground underneath him felt plush, and for some reason he thought it a good idea to take off the patriotic shoes he was given. As if they caught him snooping around in their mansion but at least if he wasn’t tracking mud on the carpet they wouldn't mind. He heard someone's voice, flat repetitive. And then someone else's like silk. Call and response. He tried to turn back but it looked like he needed a key card to access the elevator again. He had no choice but to walk out into the velvet room…

Earlier that day…

The perfectly trimmed hedges that surrounded every house around here made it feel like they were driving around in a labyrinth. All the same height to maximize privacy. Daniela sat towards the front of the bus. The Southampton sun was beating down, thankfully the AC on the bus was working overtime. Despite them leaving bright and early from the city some of the younger guys in the back still got pretty loud. In her over ear headphones she listened to a podcast she had listened to many times before. Most people would consider it a fringe conspiracy podcast, and admittedly some of the topics were pretty outlandish to Daniela. Something about this episode though, all about Sabine Bellamy had hooked her. The moment she first heard it and its claims about the enigmatic heiress to a billionaire family, she applied to Eden's table (the other big chunk of the episode). “It’s like this farm system for sabine bellamys weird eyes wide shut parties” one of the hosts explained “all hot young models and actors and she picks out the ones she likes, the history of the owner of edens table is not well known, but he’s been linked to some epstein adjacent people.” 

Daniela is an independent journalist, mostly because of her propensity to fall into rabbit holes like these. She grew up in Washington Heights and attended Columbia. She's sharp and had many options coming out of school. She worked for a big news source for most of her early and mid 20s but now at 29 she has decided to fully focus on things that she feels really matter. Thankfully she easily meets the objectifying standards for Eden's table. Dominican American, she has dark eyes, thick dark hair, with a natural tan complexion and a body that allowed her to make some money as a video vixen in music videos throughout college. 

After working with the company for a few months and gaining their trust she had finally been offered a shift at the Bellamy estate. She had done as much research as possible about the grounds, and especially about Sabine. In her early 40s, she was primarily of French ancestry, Huguenot though of course (how could she not be a WASP). Not a lot of information is known about her, but she’s been described as a master manipulator. She kept her maiden name, but married a much older and even WASPier husband. Something tells me she makes most of the decisions around the house…Daniela felt some nerves as they piled out of the bus onto the perfectly manicured lawn and into the harsh sun. The staff that had been here many years in a row were less enamored with the scale of the place. The giant white mansion cast a shadow that didn't quite reach the now sweating cater waiters. One of the captains started shouting out names, splitting the staff into groups to tackle the set up efficiently. The bustling of so many different employees sapped the place of the eeriness Daniela expected. For a moment she wondered if she had been swept up in something that wasn't real. No…she reminded herself, that's just fear talking. “Daniela Gomez?”Daniela raised her hand and made her way over to the captain who called her name out, a Bulgarian man named Stoyan. 

Perfect, it seemed like she’d be doing most of her work inside today. She would be able to scout the place a little and see if anything looked like it could be a lead. Unfortunately set up was one of the times when the most eyes were on you since there were time constraints. The real investigation will have to be later, ideally when the fireworks are going, everyone will be out back and the house should be almost empty for Daniela to do a search.  As she set up a food station she checked for cameras. They were everywhere but it didn't matter if they saw her retroactively, she just couldn't be caught in the act of snooping tonight, all she needed was some evidence and she would be set.  “Ms Gomez!” Stoyan's voice interrupted Daniela's scheming “that pitcher isn't a part of the station please bring it up to the green room”

“I’m sorry I’m not sure where the green room is..”

“Hm..” stoyan said, intent to not do the job himself “Julian”

“Yes?”

“Would you show miss Gomez to the greenroom please”

“Of course” 

Daniela had noticed Julian before. He was generally pretty quiet and seemed like a hard worker, he also had a pretty agreeable personality, quite smiley. Probably not from the city if she had to guess. 

“Follow me” he said with a grin, as he headed up the spiral staircase, his long legs going two steps at a time. While Daniela was here for a very different reason, she couldn’t ignore her attraction to him, he was just her type. 

“Have you done this party before?” he asked 

“I haven’t, I didn’t work here around this time last year” 

“Oh right you’re sorta new right? The light hit his green eyes and daniela was too stunned to answer his question for a moment

“I started a few months ago, yeah, what about you? 

“I’ve been here a little under a year now, this is my first time here too, I’ve seen a lot of nice places but this house is nuts”

“Sure is…”

They turned the corner at the top of the steps and Julian cautiously poked his head into the greenroom. He quickly took it back out as if he saw something he wasn’t supposed to see, then quickly composed himself and spoke “um pardon me...we have a pitcher for the greenroom. 

“Oh of course” the voice that came back sent a chill down Daniela's spine. “Come in” The room was spacious but not as large as many of the other rooms in the house. A large sectional was on one end and on it sat Sabine Bellamy, in white slacks and a white sleeveless shirt. She looked at her phone absentmindedly.  She was barefoot, legs crossed at the ankles, with her clearly well maintained feet propped up on an ottoman.

 “You can set the pitcher over there with the other things.” Sabine indicated, without looking up from her phone, to a table set up with food and snacks for whoever would be inhabiting the greenroom later. Sabine had her dark hair cropped really short, something only someone with her bone structure and olive complexion could pull off. Daniela walked over, on edge, the woman's aura was powerful, as was her scent. Some kind of white floral musk that was cloying in a way that made you feel like your nose was too sensitive and not that the fragrance was too strong. 

“What's your name dear?” Daniela looked up but saw that Sabine was talking to Julian who looked even more intoxicated by Ms. Bellamy’s presence. 

“Uh..Julian”

She gave him a faint smile “you remind me of a boy I knew in Antibes” 

Before Julian could even say some filler comment like “uh..oh–really?”

She continued in a mock whisper, as if to exclude Daniela from the conversation even though she could clearly hear. “He had the same fascination..” with the word fasci-nayy-tion she spread and scrunched her toes to each syllable. Daniela looked to Julian, but he didn’t meet her eyes, his fair skin though, grew red as if a sunburn from working outside hit him all at once. 

“Please close the door on your way out” she said, already absorbed in her phone again, and with that we both left Sabine. Daniela wasn’t sure why, maybe it was her own bias, but that little interaction made her confident that her instincts were right about Miss Sabine Bellamy. 

Cut to: later in the night, The party is in full swing

Now is the time for Daniela to find something. The firework show should be starting in an hour or so and everyone has pooled out into the back around the… well pool. Daniela makes her way up the spiral staircase, making sure to walk as if she is going somewhere she is supposed to be going to. Earlier when her and julian went up to the green room she saw that there were quite a few rooms on that floor that could be of interest. If the catering company didn’t check her phone she would be using her flashlight right now. She cracks open the door of one room, slowly peeking her head in to see if anyone had drank a little too much and crashed up here. It seemed clear so she flicked on the light. Just a bedroom. A quick search of the closet and under the bed didn't yield much. Onto the next room, same result, and the next, nothing. 

She probably has any evidence hidden far away. Daniela began to worry, but part of her knew that with this amount of money comes arrogance, and that was all she was looking for. A little glimmer of arrogance to bring to the police. She peeked into another door down the long hallway, the room seemed smaller than the others, there was a large fishtank full of exotic looking fish that partially lit up the room, and then an antique desk with an almost equally antique desktop on it. She quietly slipped in, not fully shutting the door behind her since it wasn't fully closed. She turned the computer on with agonizing patience, and to no avail.

Once she was in she couldn't find anything. It was as if it was a brand new computer, or had been entirely reset. She was about ready to throw this prehistoric computer in with these prehistoric fish, but then she slid open the drawers of the old desk. Piles of paperwork, most of it ineligible to Daniela but then, a flashdrive labeled with tape and sharpie “FUN”. Vacation pictures? Daniela doubted it. She inserted the flashdrive into the computer and saw what seemed to be endless videos, all black screen thumbnails, with the dates, and sometimes a name. 3/4 Henry, 8/1 Max, 2/15 Nic. 

Daniela opened one of the most recent ones and couldn’t believe what she saw. A young man in front of a red velvet curtain, the carpet also looked plush and matched the curtains exactly in hue. He had long sandy blond hair, and a tanned fit body. He looked like a surfer. He knelt down wearing nothing but what looked to be a dog collar. The most disturbing part was his eyes. His eyelids were fluttering rapidly and you could only see the whites of them. Then a snap could be heard offscreen, and like a toy that was just given new batteries he immediately fell down onto all fours, doing his best impersonation of a dog. Actually...that's underselling it, he really seemed to believe he was a dog. An incredibly well trained dog. 

Daniela couldn't take much more and exited out of the video, she clicked another file and saw more of the same. Same in the sense that it was a video of a hot young guy doing something batshit against his will. One was a man that seemed to believe he was tied down as two girls who were completely out of it tickled him mercilessly. Another was a guy who couldn’t seem to finish no matter what and plead with whoever was just off camera. And another of what looked like a couple, the man sucking on his girlfriend's red strap-on as if it was a popsicle that was melting and he needed to get every last drop (the girlfriend of course also looked as if she was in utter ecstasy). 

It was a train crash Daniela couldn't look away from. Video after video of absurd sexual situations. This should be more than enough evidence. Anybody could see based on the way these poor people flop lifelessly, and chant mantras, and prostrate themselves that none of this is of their own volition. It was occult, it was unnerving, it was exactly what she was looking for.

Suddenly…A hand on her shoulder. Then a cool mist on her face. The world was fading away…The last thing she remembers seeing was a fish so colorful it looked manmade, staring at her. Bubbles escaping his gills, laughing at her… 

Julian in the velvet room:

Julian figured the only way out at this point was through, he sheepishly turned the corner, fully expecting this to be his last day at the cushy catering gig. 

“Well hello” Sabine sat in her formal wear. A dark navy silk slip dress. Julian scanned her up and down, trying his best this time to not embarrass himself again. She was wearing a very expensive looking pair of heels. “We have ourselves a little green room reunion”

“I’m so sorry to interrupt I got lost and there's a keycard I–” Julian stammered before being cut off

“Oh no worries. I was just helping your coworker here relax” 

Julian shifted his gaze to the girl in the red velvet chair to Miss Bellamy's left. It was that hot new latina chick Daniela, and she certainly looked relaxed. Her head lolled, her mouth agape, it almost looked like a little drool was beginning to trickle out of the corner of her mouth. 

“Oh..” was all Julian could manage. The air felt thick. 

It was as if someone had constructed a situation to make the mushrooms feel like they were hitting harder than they were. Standing in this lynchian looking velvet box with the host of the party that for some reason found it important enough to bring part of the events team down here to help her relax. 

As if Sabine could read Julian's mind “I know it seems strange, but I’ve struggled with anxiety my whole life, and I really hate to watch someone go through the same thing.” Her tone was genuine and Julian couldn’t help but feel himself smile at this show of compassion. 

“Is she asleep?” 

“No Julian she isn’t asleep, she’s in a very light trance right now” 

She remembered his name. 

“A trance? Like hypnosis?”

“Exactly… Why don’t you take a seat for a moment? I forgot my key card to get back up so we have a little time to kill before someone comes down to grab us.” 

Julian plopped down opposite Daniela in an identical red velvet chair. The cheap polyester of his uniform felt good against his skin but the velvet was another level. The chair had so much give, he sank right in. Between them was a small table with an antique looking metronome on it. Julian took another look at Daniela. Nothing about her trance seemed light, she seemed as if she was completely unaware of everything around her. 

“Have you ever been hypnotized, Julian?” 

Julian thought for a moment. “Funnily enough I actually have. At the Missouri state fair. That's where I’m from.” he grinned

Sabine licked her lips “and how was that experience for you?”

Julian thought back, it was some time ago, he was probably a senior in high school at the time. “It felt…funny. I didn’t really believe in it at the time, but it was like when I was suggested something I felt compelled to do it. Like I knew the things I was doing were dumb but nothing really felt real enough for me to make a stand and refuse.” 

This made Sabine smile big. “I know this is a big ask, but would you humor me and try a little induction? It’s one of my favorite pastimes”  

He wasn’t sure how to respond. He didn’t particularly enjoy getting hypnotized before, it was pretty embarrassing, and he only went up because his girlfriend at the time made him volunteer. But this was private, the only other person here is Daniela and she doesn't seem like much of a witness at the moment. Something about the way Sabine was looking at him though..her eyes were hungry. It turned him on but also sent chills down his spine. 

“It’ll be fun” Sabine said

And for some reason Julian believed her

“Sure we can do that” 

“Perfect” Sabine stood, and for the first time Julian noticed how tall she was, 5 '10, but with her heels she would probably be nearly eye to eye with him. She took a step towards the small table and wound up the metronome. Then set it back down and gracefully drifted back to the couch.

The consistent click clack of the metronome immediately burrowed into Julian's head. He didn’t realize how silent the room was until it started. Almost like the room had been thoroughly soundproofed. 

“Now, you’ve done this before so I won’t bore you with a long preamble” Her voice had taken on a different tone, the same low monotone the hypnotist at the state fair had used. Except hers was huskier, undeniably sexier than The Marvelous Miranda or whatever her name was. 

“All you need to do is listen to the sound of my voice…you can do that for me can’t you?”

“Yes” 

Julian couldn’t help but feel a little nervous, the ticking of the metronome was foreboding, like a timer that ticked until he was just like Daniela across from him. 

“Very good, now I’ve seen you working hard the past couple of days. I saw that you were a part of the group that got here a day early to help set up. That tells me a lot about you, how you’re perceived. You’ve worked really hard the past couple of days haven’t you?”

“Well I wouldn’t say I–”

“No need to be humble, it’ll be easier for you to just agree with me. You’ve worked hard the past couple of days haven’t you?

Julian wasn’t sure of her intentions, but he obliged

“Yes”

The metronome’s steady rhythm was a little distracting, he didn’t know whether to fully direct his attention towards her voice like she asked or to listen to the ticking.

“Very good, and since you’ve worked so hard you deserve to rest, you deserve to relax. Don't you?”

“Yes” that yes felt more automatic. 

“So just allow that for yourself, just allow yourself to imagine what it would feel like to fully relax. How would that feel in your body? Imagine the way your breathing would change, how you would take long deep breaths, holding them for a moment…and then letting it out. Imagine how heavy your body would feel. Think of every time you had to lift something or move something the past couple of days, all in that unbearable heat, but now you get a reprieve from that…You get to sit here in my comfortable chair, you get to let your body feel heavy”

Sabine's voice picked up in pace but stayed monotone and authoritative. 

“And as your body gets heavier you can let your mind feel light, like a balloon, you can just let every thought in your head float away. Letting every muscle in your body get unbelievably heavy, sinking into that comfortable chair beneath you. And the heavier your body becomes, the lighter your mind becomes, the more the thoughts just float away…And it works both ways, the lighter your mind becomes the heavier your body feels. Sinking…melting…

Julian felt a familiar feeling creeping in, very similar to how he felt on stage that day 5 years ago. Except this time, the dose of mushrooms made every sensation that is suggested to him feel even more intense, even more tangible. He felt as if he was melting into the velvet chair, as if he was becoming a part of it. And that incessant ticking...

“Let every sound relax you more and more, every tick of the metronome, every word I say… And now I’d like you to look up from my feet”

Julian hadn’t even realized he had been staring, but as soon as she said that he felt his head naturally drift up. He would feel embarrassed if he didn’t already feel so distant from himself.  

 “Look at the metronome Julian…” Julian’s eyes drifted just as automatically as his head did. He stared directly into the metronome, almost through it, as the pendulum swung back and forth. 

“Follow the pendulum with your eyes. Imagine for me that you’re in the passenger seat of a car. You can think about any of the details about the car. Maybe it's a nice red car, with leather seats, the seat is soo waarm and you're perfectly comfortable. But there is no need to think about driving, you get to be brought along for the ride. I’m driving you somewhere in the countryside, no other drivers on the road, it’s late at night, you’re feeling sleepy. Nothing to worry about… It's raining… and you realize that every single raindrop is one of your thoughts. And the swinging pendulum of the metronome is a windshield wiper. Your eyes move back and forth. Feeling yourself physically wipe away every single raindrop, the rain may still come for some time. That's okay. The wiper will take care of them before they can even start to move down the glass…

You’re not even sure if your eyes are moving because the pendulum is moving, or if the pendulum is being moved by your eyes. It doesn’t matter, all that matters is that every time your eyes go from left to right, then right to left, you’re clearing that windshield of eeevery raindrop. Clearing your mind of eeevery thought. “

Julian's eyes quickly grew tired moving the pendulum back and forth, but he had to be vigilant. Everything felt fuzzy. His eyelids fluttered from fatigue. 

“All I need you to do now is wipe away alll those thoughts. Your eyes are directly linked to your brain..you know that…and you’re the one doing it Julian. It’s allll you..I can’t wipe those thoughts away for you…and when you’re confident that they’re all gone I want you to say ‘All Gone’...”

Julian wasn’t sure how long it took him, he was so intently focused on the back and forth, completing the task he was set out to do. Eventually his mouth seemed to have decided when it said the words “all gone…” his own voice sounded like a strangers

Part of him realized now that Sabine had stood up and walked next to him, the way you realize you’re in a dream while you’re dreaming. He felt her grab his hand and begin to lazily swing his arm back and forth, none of it felt like him, but he knew it was happening. His eyes were incredibly heavy, half lidded, it took everything in him to continue staring ahead at absolutely nothing. His arm was limp, completely supported by her hand holding it up, it swung back and forth under her weight. And then she yanked with a force that nearly pulled him out of the chair

“*SLEEP*”

The shock sent him reeling inside himself. Julian felt completely blank. Julian felt so fucking good…

Sabine was speaking but none of it roused him from where he was. It could have been a different language, or gibberish, or a shepherd's tone for all he knew. Time didn’t exist, thinking didn’t exist, Julian didn’t exist. He was a speck of dust on a velvet curtain. 

“5,4,3…2….1….Wide awake for me”

Julian’s eyes shot open, but he didn’t feel awake necessarily. He did feel like a playable character again for a moment though. Just for a moment. Sabine was back on the couch leaning forward, he caught a glimpse of her cleavage. 

For some reason he felt the need to ask “Is someone almost here with the key card?” Then he realized that his shirt was off. 

“There was never anyone coming, you absolute idiot…” she said with such affection. Her face almost showed signs of pity.

“….aaand going twiiice as deep” *SNAP* 

Gone again…

“5, 4, 3, 2…..1 up up up Julian”

*SNAP*

“3..2…1…wide awake”

 *SNAP*

Julian didn’t know how many times she did this to him. Eventually though he was allowed to be awake for more than a second or two. 

His head felt like it was full of cotton. The constant up and down like a bully dunking a smaller kid in a pool had him feeling incredibly disoriented. It took him a moment to register what was in front of him. Sabine's perfect soles propped up on something… on…Daniela…He couldn’t look away from her feet, but he could see from his peripheral that Daniela was on her hands and knees as a dutiful footrest. 

“Since you seem to have a staring problem, I propose we play a little game, what do you think Julian?” 

He could feel his cock straining against his shorts. His hands were at his sides. On the armrests of the chair desperately wanting to unzip them and start masturbating, but they felt like they were strapped down. 

“If you can look away from my feet for a single second, if you could just meet my eyes for one little second.. I’ll let you go…I’ll let Daniela go… you can both go back to walking around with a silver tray staring at your own reflections. 

But if you fail…I own you…do you understand?”

“Yes…” He whispered, but he didn’t really hear her. All he could think about was her feet, how badly he wanted to feel them pressed against his face. To smell them. To kiss, and suck and lick and…worship. She scrunched her soles and spread her toes. Her red nail polish glowed like the red buttons of the elevator, bringing him down down down just the same. Never in his life had he felt this submissive. So weak. He felt something bubbling up inside of him, such a strong desire. He wanted to beg. Beg just to be closer to them. He shifted in his seat trying to brush his cock against the fabric of his shorts. He hit it right and let out a moan.

Sabine laughed, a real genuine laugh.

“I’d like you to try something on for me…”

July 5th, Hamilton Heights  

Daniela felt horrible. She was back home at her apartment, but she wasn’t sure how. She just woke up in her bed this morning, like any other day. She remembered looking around the mansion, remembered watching those perverted videos, remembered the mist…and that fucking fish. After that though everything was fuzzy. She had little bits and pieces. One in particular that she can’t ascertain if it was reality or a bad dream. When she was coming-to from whatever she was hit with, down in that velvet room from the videos…and that vile bitch whispering things in her ear as Daniela struggled to shake off her little fairy dust. That was it, that was the last fragment of her 4th of July. What a goddamn waste…

In an attempt to reclaim some semblance of agency over her own life Daniela woke up this morning and cleaned her apartment. It wasn’t really dirty before, but she hadn't done a deep clean in a while. Anything she could do really to get her mind off of what had happened last night. While she was on her hands and knees scrubbing the tile she felt a buzz in her pocket. It was an email from nobody. It had no sender somehow, just an attachment. 

INDEPENCIA_07-04.mov

And a single sentence under it. “Your version of this video will automatically delete after viewing.”

She stared at the link on her phone unblinking for what felt like an hour. Her heart rate became rapid. She knew she had to watch it. She went to her bedroom, pulled up the email on her computer and again hesitated to click it. Maybe she should just delete it now. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to see what was inside. But she needed to fill the gaps in her memory, she couldn't go on the rest of her life not knowing. She pulled out her phone to record the video, just in case there could be some kind of incriminating information on Bellamy in it. 

She took a deep breath and clicked the link. 

It faded in from black to Daniela on her knees in front of that goddamn red curtain. Her eyelids fluttered just like the surfer guy from the other video. Daniela was filled with rage, tears started to well up in her eyes. She wore a slutty french maid outfit, a fucking halloween costume. Her tits were pushed up, in one hand she loosely held onto a feather duster. 

Then the snap from offscreen. Daniela watched on in horror as her eyes rolled back forward and she stood up with a jolt. 

“Mai neim eh Dah-nyeh-lah. Ai clean an’ ai oh-bey…” 

Daniela couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Her eyes looked vacant but a big dumb smile was on her face as she said her line in a thick Dominican accent. Her native new york accent had been stripped from her, she sounded just like one of her cousins back in DR.

At this point she wanted nothing more than to slam her laptop shut and hunt Sabine Bellamy down, but she couldn’t get herself to stop watching.

“Very good Daniela” a heavily modulated voice came from off screen. It sounded like a man, but it was obvious to her who it really was. 

“we have something for you to clean”

The sound of a little bell chime and someone stepped out from behind the curtains…oh fuck…

It was Julian wearing nothing but what looked to be an american flag jockstrap. He looked like he was wholly incapable of forming thoughts. Blank, dumb, and mindless. His body did look amazing though. Daniela caught herself, what the fuck was she thinking? They’re both being used against their will and she’s looking at his abs, and…the flag looked nice too…

Video Daniela had much fewer reservations about the situation. She looked at Julian like she was in heat. Quickly she closed the distance between them, and got on her toes to kiss him on the lips, her right hand on his chest, her left grabbing as much as she could of his cock. Daniela was still filled with rage, but she couldn't deny the other heat she was feeling now, and then the burning shame that followed that feeling. She felt like she was going to melt. Maid Daniela dropped to her knees kissing Julian's cock through his underwear. She couldn’t seem to wait much longer and pulled it down…Fuck…Daniela wasn’t even aware that her hand had snuck its way into her yoga pants as she watched. No thoughts means no inhibitions and Julian's moans reflected that. Daniela felt so strange about getting off to this, she didn’t know why she was getting off to this…

The video cut quickly. Both of them were now on a red velvet couch, making out. Julian wore nothing, video Daniela wore the maid outfit. The skirt part hardly covered her big ass, and it was clear now that she wasn’t wearing panties. Neither was the Daniela that was watching it, and her yoga pants were beginning to get soaked through. Julian kissed her neck and teased her with his cock. But he didn’t have the patience to tease for long, he slipped it inside and both of them let out a moan. 

Viewing Daniela had gotten out her vibrator, and lost the yoga pants, wearing nothing but her white tank top now as she watched Julian start to pump in and out of her. He grabbed her hair and gently pushed her face into the velvet upholstery as he fucked her from behind. He was whispering in her ear. She couldn't make out what he was saying and she probably couldn’t in the moment either considering the way she was talking.

“Sigue, Papi…no pare…más…máaas”

Daniela’s body and mind had become consumed with lust. The morality of the situation completely escaped her now as she rode her vibrator to wave after wave of orgasms. In perfect synchronicity with Daniela on her screen who had been sent to a full factory reset, only speaking Spanish as Julian pulled up her maid outfit to kiss her back. Relentlessly fucking her. 

The clapping sound echoes in Daniela's mind as she lays in her bed sweaty and panting. She looked down and just like she was warned, the video was gone. 

The only thing she could think about was Julian…where is Julian…?