She’ll do anything to change that. Anything. Even play a game with a stranger she’s never met. What starts out as “therapy” soon turns into a passionate anonymous love affair. Her blindfold is like a security blanket and his touch is what lights a fire inside her.
I have no idea who he is, what he looks like, or why he agreed to play this game with me. But I don’t care. I don’t even care that I have to wear a blindfold before he’ll come into my room. I don’t care that he watches me sleep, and dress, and wants to know all my deepest, darkest, saddest secrets.
She’s lost. Sad and lost. And even though it’s my job to watch her from the other side of the surveillance cameras, that’s not why I enter her room at night. That’s not why I touch her when she begs. That’s not why I’m really here.
I want her, but does she really want me? Or does she just like the idea of loving a stranger?