“Can you take me to Day, please?” She asked.
“Yes, ma’am.”
She expected to be taken to a bar or maybe even an after-hours spot, but instead, they pulled up to a hotel. Her heart raced as they bypassed the front entrance, driving around to the back.Roman greeted her. She hesitated when he opened her door and held out his hand to assist her.
“You again,” she said.
“I’m afraid so,” he chuckled. “I need to get your compliance recorded, one sec.”
“My what?” She asked. This entire thing was a mind fuck.
He pulled out his cell phone and began recording. “This recording is the property of Dayton Night. Can you state your name?”
“Anastassi Martin,” she replied.
“Are you here of your own free will?” Roman asked.
“Yes,” she answered.
What the fuck type of shit am I getting myself into?
“Has Mr. Night coerced, forced, intimidated, or tricked you into coming to his hotel room tonight?” Roman asked.
She shook her head.
“Verbal responses please,” Roman demanded.
“No,” she answered.
“You are aware that you were invited to participate in sexual activity?”
Her entire body heated in embarrassment.
“Is this necessary?” She asked.
“Very,” Roman replied.
“Yes, I’m aware that I will be participating in sexual activity. He didn’t force me. I am of sound body and mind. Whatever happens, is something I am voluntarily participating in. Now can you get this fucking camera out of my face?” She asked.
“My apologies,” Roman said. “This video will be sealed in a safe and not shown to anyone unless under legal circumstances.”
She nodded.
“This way,” Roman said. “What size are you?”
She looked at him in confusion. Her mind was spinning, but she had come too far to bitch out now.
“Size 10,” she replied.
“A change of clothes will be provided in the morning.”
“I won’t be here in the morning,” she said. She had no plans to spend the night.
“They all stay ‘til morning,” Roman replied.
How many times has he done this before?
When they stepped onto the elevator, Roman hit the number 7, but Stassi hit L. She had to make a detour to the lobby.
