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open at any of the damaging pages, but I can see shock register in her face when she sees the cover. In fact, it is more than just shock that draws the blood from her face, it is sheer horror. Her blue eyes grow wide, darting from the cover to me and I see her connect the dots, then back to the cover again and her shoulders slump. I can literally see hope leave her body by the way she hangs her head and the weak voice that asks me what I want.
    “You, Anna. I want you.” I wait a spell to let the words sink in. “All of you.” That is when she surprises me with an anger I foolishly hadn’t anticipated. Instead of surrender, I see her jaw muscles work hard under her perfect skin, and when she looks up, her eyes spit fire at me, her entire body trembling with an anger that sends a bolt of fear down my spine, and for a moment I actually fear she is about to attack me physically.
    “Out!” she says with unconcealed anger. “Out, now!”
    I don’t hesitate; I am not that stupid or tired of life. So, I leave as fast as my legs can carry me and only when I’m safely in my room do I curse myself for leaving the magazine behind. “Fuck,” I say under my breath and kick the air as if that is going to change anything. I’m angry at myself now and Anna is about to find out that I won’t be brushed off this easily. After weeks of fantasizing about it, I now feel I am entitled to her as my possession and I won’t let my pet tell me otherwise. The loss of the magazine is more a sentimental one than practical. I’ve made scans of each page and sent copies of it to both my email accounts as well as putting it into dropbox, and it only takes me moments before I have a fresh set of prints in my hands. Color prints at 200% of their original size to make an impression. Writing my cellphone number on one of them, I already feel much better. We’ll see who has the last words here, bitch, I think when I roll the prints up and cross the street, imagining the look on her beautiful face when she sees the prints on the floor and what would have happened if it had been someone else to find them, when I slip them under the door and ring the bell. I don’t have to wait long before I hear her approaching footsteps, followed by a soft cry. Pleased with myself, I walk back, certain I’ll have a call within five minutes. I’m right; even before I’m at the front door, my cell rings. Content to let it ring and have her sweat, I go to my room and leisurely lie down on bed as it keeps ringing until it goes to voicemail. Then I wait until she calls again.
    “Joanne, please,” Anna says when I answer, no more anger in her voice, only the despair of a woman with her back to the wall. I decide that I enjoy the begging tone to her normally calm voice and let her talk. “This isn’t you and that woman in those pictures wasn’t me, not the real me. It was a crazy time in my life and I was desperate,” she says before falling silent with a sob. Thinking of the woman in the pictures, several cocks buried deep inside her and a look of sexual frenzy in her eyes, it sounds like Anna is either lying to me or herself. “I was broke and really needed the money, my ex had left me with debt that he’d made behind my back and I was about to get kicked out on the street. That’s why I did that, not because I wanted to, and I’ve regretted that foolish decision ever since. You have no idea how it has been for me. Always afraid someone would find those old pictures somewhere,” she continues and falls silent again. I can sure imagine her fear. With her image, she’d lose her entire social standing if that ever came out, and that is my ace. That is what I’m counting on. That dirty little secret will make her into my very own blonde bombshell of a pet. Again I feel my pussy twitch in anticipation of all the things that I am about to do to Anna Kelly. “Don’t do this, Joanne, please,” Anna pleads as if she has read my mind.
    “Do what?” I ask,