Loosen Up!

"Bring back my glasses!"

 Ms. Sandy shouted in the elevator. Unknown to her, Cindy had escaped, leaving her half blind with no directions to where she was headed.

 With the help of her hands, she tried to get the directions. She knew how to get to her car, but at the same time, it was going to be hard without the glasses. Opening her mouth to call for help, her husband, Mr. Thornson, appear in front of her.

 "What are you doing?" He asked while walking towards her.

 Ms. Sandy clenched her fingers into a fist before trying to walk steadily to the car. She could only see the blurry figures in front of her. Knowing her husband's tone, she knew the packing lot was empty. Her heart was pounding in her chest with fear that he might start harassing her there. She tried to walk steadily towards him, but she knew it was all in vain.

 Mr. Thornson stood with his hands folded on his chest, watching as his wife struggled to find her way. She chuckled every time she failed to grasp the wall next to her. He whistled as if trying to direct her in the correct direction, but he knew all that was useless with her vision.

 "Did you misplace your glasses again?" He snapped, his voice low and sharp, laced with frustration.

Ms. Sandy could feel the air around her thickening, heavy with tension. She froze where she stood. Even though she couldn't see him, she darted her eyes to the floor, hands trembling slightly. Her breath came in shallow pulls, and she instinctively stepped back, spine pressing against the edge of the car. She knew that tone, sharp and dangerous like a storm rolling in. Her voice caught in her throat. "I accidentally dropped them in the lift and they broke." She whispered, barely audible, praying he wouldn't push it further.

 Mr. Thornson clicked before walking past her, almost hitting her, "I won't be fixing any other thing that you have, you are because you look so careless!"

 Ms. Sandy let out a long sigh and breathed out. She went down on her knees and clutched the books she had on her chest before letting out a slow cry.

 She reached for her car and rummaged through her bag before removing some eye contacts and putting them on.

 She sat in her car, head on the steering wheel, her eyes puffy from crying. She had her thoughts to herself, trying to calm herself down.

She pulled out a notebook and flipped through the pages. Highlighted with different pen colours, she stopped at the place with a bookmark. Sighing exasperatedly, she let her head rest on the chair before lifting the pen in her hand to the notebook. Her hands were trembling. She forcefully pinned the tip of the pen on the page without moving it.

 'For how long? For how long will I have to bear with this?' She mumbled, her voice choked with her tears.

 She forcefully scribbled carelessly on the book like a child, without writing anything meaningful before closing the book and igniting her car.

 Nestled within a quiet, gated community, their house stood like a peaceful retreat cradled by nature's gentle hand. Beyond the elegant wrought-iron gates, winding roads led to homes tucked among towering trees and whispering pines. As Ms. Sandy packed her car, her face said something different from the look of the house. Her face carried sadness within her despite the breathtaking view of the distant mountains that the house offered. The mist-kissed mountain that framed the horizon and the well-tended trails meandered through the surrounding woods.

 She cocked the keys through the door before walking in. The interior was expensively furnished with ceramic China and art from different parts of the world. At the centre of the living room wall, a different art stood out like a sore thumb. It was the wedding picture of Ms. Sandy and her husband, Mr. Thornson, hanging just below the fireplace. Though small, the crack along the bottom made it feel broken, like it didn't quite belong, no matter how well it tried to fit in.

 She immediately headed to the bathroom, where she prepared hot water before lighting some candles. Her face relaxed, and she looked at peace for a minute.

The chiming of her phone diverted her attention. She grabbed it before walking through the kitchen, she pulled a bottle of red wine, a glass and stripped her clothes, leaving her bare.

 She poured wine, her glass half full, stationing the remaining content of the bottle at the edge of the bathtub, and she swiftly soaked herself in the hot water. She flipped her phone, and there was a notification from her social media. Opening it, she saw a text from someone.

 Her grasp on the wine glass tightened as she looked at the text. Her body hot, she turned on the cold tap water. Her heart slammed against her ribcage, torn between the thrill of opening the video and the fear of this being a trap.

Her eyes lingered longer on the text, with a caption below it, It's Cindy, loosen up.

She clenched the phone in her hands and let her head drown in the bathtub. Her hair drenched slowly as her body soaked fully in the tub.

'What should I do?' She thought to herself.

She knew the repercussions, at the same time, she yearned for the thrilling guilty pleasure of watching it.

She quickly held her head out of the water, chugged the wine in one gulp and tossed the glass inside the tub. She slid the phone, and the video rolled. Her body loosened up, her hands all over her body, she ached for the touch, the warm and chilling touch in both good and bad places. The moaning sound placed her on edge. She didn't want to initiate it. She clenched her fist before holding onto the tub's edge, trying to hold onto her desires.

Her body voluntarily pulled her up, and she walked to the bed, her emotions all mixed up. Her desires driving her, her hand went to the drawer next to her bed, she pulled it out, and a pink toy stood out, straight, looking at her. Ready to do what it was meant for. She slowly lay on the bed, ready to let her desires lead her to the correct place.

"Sandy!"

A loud banging on the door made her freeze.

'Does he have to bring his drunk face today?' She questioned, pushing the pink toy where it was before turning her phone off. Her desires pressed, her mind back to action.