ten Warren
ten
Warren
Shadows Night Club isn’t just for hiding your identity; it’s about hiding the real monsters.
Recently, I had the unsatisfying pleasure of attending one of Shadow’s exclusive nights. While I was excited to explore the underground world of fantasy and desire, what I found was something far more tantalizing. Instead of kink and passion, I found anger and violence.
The true light shining into the shadows is from the three owners who prey on their unsuspecting victims. They charge for tickets to enter their dangerous realm, only to lead with bullying and danger.
Their masks may be alluring, but what is underneath is what nightmares are truly made of.
As I continue delving into this story, I plan to uncover the truth about what goes on behind closed doors at Shadows.
If they will inflict violence and create intimidation among their patrons, then what are they doing when we aren’t watching?
Do their masks hide their identities or their souls? Either way, I know one thing is for sure. They won’t bully me into silence. My voice will grow louder with each secret I reveal. The hidden desire behind Shadows is about to be unmasked.
I throw my phone across the room and watch as it lands on the couch.
“What the fuck!” I roar out.
The message was posted on a local Sunnyvale blog and then reshared on our Shadows social media pages. The person who sent me a message last night even shared the link to the post.
Now, we have people commenting on our pages, making unwarranted speculations and accusations, all spun by an article written by some disgruntled person.
My phone rings from across the room, and I stalk over to retrieve it, angrily. It’s Damon calling.
“Yeah,” I shout, as I answer the phone.
“Have you seen the article?” Damon asks, I can hear the disdain dripping from his voice.
“I just read it,” I sigh.
Xavier: What is going on? Who wrote that post?
Xavier’s text comes through while I’m talking to Damon. I quickly replied.
Me: Not sure.
After I type the words, something strikes me like a lightning bolt.
The voluptuous woman from last night. The one who confronted me in the parking lot.
She wanted questions.
She was determined to get answers, but I wouldn’t give her any.
Is she the same person who has been sending messages to our social media accounts?
The same person who wrote that diabolical article?
“I may have an idea who this is,” I tell Damon, and then type the same thing and send it to Xavier.
“Who have you pissed off? Did you hook up with someone and then ghost her?” Damon asks me angrily.
“I haven’t done anything. I literally don’t have a life outside of Shadows and working for Dad. You know that,” I snap.
“Well, clearly someone is upset with us, and I don’t do anything without Lily,” Damon argues.
Neither one of us mentions Xavier because he is too passive to upset anyone. While Damon goes on about how this could ruin our reputation and hurt the business, I open up the message I was sent.
Me: Your article isn’t funny. You have no idea who or what you are messing with. Stop discussing Shadows.
I watch as the read sign appears. I need to find out who this woman is and stop her. I go back to the blog and find her name.
Selena..
Even her name sounds sexy.
This woman is a vixen, but she isn’t going to tempt me.
I type her name into Instagram and find her page. Her posts are mostly photos of the beach, along with some delicious-looking pastries and meals. There are a few pictures with her and another woman on the beach and out around town.
She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, which only intensifies my anger. Her golden skin has a caramel glow to it, and I can’t help but wonder if she tastes as sweet as she looks.
I sent her name to one of our private investigators and asked him to get me as much information on her as he could. If she wants to play games, I’ll play along. But if she thinks she’s going to win, she is sadly mistaken.
My phone chimes, and a message pops up. It’s her.
Chicka92: If you want me to talk, then meet with me for an interview. Otherwise, I will continue my series on Shadows and tell exactly what I see. It’s not lying if it actually happened…
I read her message and laugh to myself. This beautiful, eccentric, and frustrating woman has no idea who she is messing with.
I guess I just need to show her.