Chapter 3 - A changed future

Tom started recording again. He wanted this part recorded separately.

Tom remembered all the times Darcie had snubbed him and treated him badly. It was time for payback. He’d spent time preparing this second part. He didn’t want his preparation time wasted.

Tom walked toward Darcie’s nightstand. Tom said, “I remember you telling me about your secrets. You also said that you’d written them in a special journal you kept in your nightstand. Let’s see if you told me the truth.”

Tom opened the drawer and pulled out a black journal. Darcie’s eyes grew wide.

Tom held up the journal. He pulled out a screwdriver and broke its lock. With an evil grin he started paging through it. “I see you told me the truth. Here’s where you wrote down how much fun you had shoplifting. You found that taking big risks was really exciting.”

Darcie gulped. She remembered the shoplifting. She also remembered writing those entries in her journal.

Tom kept paging. “So, Darcie, you started stealing alcohol from your parents at night. When stealing alcohol wasn’t exciting enough, you started going out late at night drinking and driving. When you hit an old lady, you panicked, drove away, and cleaned up the car when you got home. You learned she died the next day, but no one tracked it to you. You stopped stealing the alcohol for a while, but got bored, so you did it again. You hit a young boy the first time you again went out drunk driving. You again drove away in panic, and he died the following day. You stopped going out drinking and driving after that. You were never caught. You told me all of this earlier, now I have your journal with your own handwriting.”

Darcie turned white. She remembered all this. She remembered writing it down in her journal. She remembered writing it down as cathartic. She had later admitted it all to Tom and no one else. She realized what a mistake it had been to tell Tom.

Tom continued, “Oh, and here’s the next part. You did some late-night gambling and ended up with a big debt. You went out one night driving, sober this time, to think about how to solve it. You found a girl at night who didn’t dare go home to her abusive husband. You calmed her down, comforted her, and promised you’d help her. You then drove her to a man who you said could help her, but you knew was a rapist. When you left his house later than night, the girl was passed out from a date rape drug and your wallet was richer. The police are still looking for her. You still needed money, so a week later you broke into an old man’s house and stole the money he kept in his house. He caught you, so you hit him and ended up accidentally killing him. You were never caught. You thought you’d gotten away with all of it.”

Tom turned towards Darcie. “I’m not a lawyer, so I don’t know the exact legal terms. I can guess, though. This sounds like many counts of theft, two counts of drinking and driving, two counts of fleeing the scene, two counts of manslaughter, accessory to rape, accessory to murder, breaking and entering, theft, and another murder. All confessed in your own handwriting. If I bring this journal to the police, you’ll go to jail for the rest of your life. Do you understand?”

Darcie gagged. She felt her guilt collapsing onto her. She had foolishly trusted him with her deepest secrets. Now she was trapped. She knew her journal’s handwritten confessions would be enough to convict her of everything. Especially if Tom was willing to confirm she’d said it. Once the police had a suspect, she was sure they’d be able to confirm it. It had been foolish to tell Tom. It had been more foolish to keep a journal. She understood Tom all too well. She slowly nodded her head yes.

Tom looked down again at the notes he had written in the journal. He made sure she didn’t see its pages. The educator didn’t give Tom the ability to forge her handwriting. Darcie remembered writing the pages, so as long as she didn’t see the real pages everything would be fine. Tom’s research had identified several cold cases. Stories based on those cases were now part of her memories. If she later searched the official records she’d find these cases. Tom had no idea what had really happened, but the public records would be consistent with her memory. Any investigation Darcie did would confirm these stories.

Darcie looked at Tom with pleading eyes. “Tom, please, sir, don’t tell anyone.”

“I see. I could keep your secrets. It’s going to cost you.”

Darcie breathed in and out, trying to calm herself. She replied, “Name your price, sir. I’ll do anything you tell me to do.”

“I see. Well, whenever I want to fuck you, any kind of sex at any time, you’ll do it. Understand?”

“Yes, sir. Any kind of sex, any time.”

“Oh, and other men will be fucking you too. Many others. You’re going to be a slut. The easy lay. If you’re not the biggest slut ever, you’ll regret it. In one year from today you must sleep with at least 200 different men. After that you’ll sleep with at least three different men each week. You’re going to send me a video of every time you get fucked, so I can verify it. You’ll repeatedly beg each man for his approval. You’ll do whatever sexual activity he wants, no matter how humiliating or unpleasant, in a desperate bid for his approval. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir,” Darcie sobbed back.

“If I hear about you being a stuck up little bitch, you’ll regret it. No more standing up to men. No more acting like you’re better or even equal to men. What matters to you is gaining approval from many different men by offering them your body. Otherwise you’ll be in jail forever.”

“Yes, sir,” said Darcie as she bowed her head.

“Good. Tomorrow, you’re going to meet me at the library at noon. Wear your short flowy red skirt with heels. Pick a slutty blouse. You’re going to give me a great blowjob while kneeling under one of the tables.”

“Yes, sir.”

He smiled. Darcie would want to convince herself this night was a nightmare. A blowjob in the middle of the day would make it clear this was her new life. He added, “Good. I’m going home. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He stopped the recording on his phone, put it in his pocket, and folded up the tripod.

Tom grabbed the handcuff key and tossed it to Darcie. She’d be able to free herself from the handcuffs, but she wouldn’t be free.

Darcie watched as Tom headed out.

Darcie was deeply afraid of Tom. Her ass knew what his displeasure felt like. Tom had her secret journal. She knew her journal would put her in jail forever. She knew Tom had left her no choice. She was going to be the college slut, starting now.

Tom walked out of her house, feeling awesome. He started to think of what else he could do with his new toy. He was sure he’d have a lot more fun in the days ahead.

THE END?