Like Calypso said last night, my wish was granted. I had sex with him. It shouldn't have been that big of a shock to find out that he was into BDSM, but damn, was last night exciting! I was collared, blindfolded, bound, and gagged. I was spanked, whipped, slapped, had my hair pulled, hot wax dripped all over me. Holy shit. A lot happened last night. But if all that was his notable dark twist, it was surprisingly enjoyable. I guess he didn't know I was into that stuff. At the end of the night, he had me sleep on the floor by his bed with the collar still on.
He's still asleep next to me. How could a man considered to be so evil look so peaceful when he sleeps? He didn't give me indication what he wants me to do in the morning. Will he show me out when wakes up? Does he want me to leave before he does? Maybe I should go. I smile and think to myself, 'Perhaps I could participate next year and do this again.'
I get out of bed, remove the collar, and quietly get dressed, trying not wake him. As I tiptoe to the door, I hear him stir in bed and then say something, "As soon as you go out there, it wouldn't be what you expect."
I look at him in confusion and ask, "What do you mean?"
He stands up and wraps the blanket around him (I have forgot that he slept naked last night). "I mean exactly what I said," he tells me. Pointing to the door, he explains, "Outside that door, is a different place from what it was last night. It's not my doing; it's my boss's." He pauses. Was that a look of fear in his eyes just now? "I'd mentally prepare myself if I were you before going out there. Even I don't know what's in store for you now."
"Your boss? Who is your boss?" I ask him, still completely confused. "And why must I mentally prepare myself?"
He sits on the bed and sighs, "I truly only answer to one, but there are several of them. I do not know who you will meet and what will happen to you next. I just ask that whoever you encounter, you must hold onto that spirit you had during the competition. You must survive as I did."
"Survive as you did?" I echo. "You've been through this too?"
"Something similar," he stands back up, gets serious, and takes me to the door. "It is unwise to keep them waiting," he commands. "My apologies, Ashlynn. But you must go." He then pushes me out and as he closes the door. I stand there dumbfounded staring at the other side of the door and hear his voice on the other side say one last thing, "I am Calypso and I thank you for playing Twisted Metal."
Though confused as to why he suddenly pushed me out, I did giggle a little to the sound of him saying his parting phrase. I then hang my head, close my eyes, and let out a long disdainful sigh to the realization that it's all over. But as soon as my eyes open, the door is gone and I find myself on a dirt path in the middle of a forest.