Janet

Five long, silent years since I last saw your face, since your betrayal tore our world apart. I tried to forget, to move on, to rebuild from the ashes of what we once were. But tonight, fate, or perhaps some cruel, cosmic joke, has led me back to her. My ex-wife's house, lights blazing, her car – the one I bought her – still in the driveway. The front door, inexplicably, stood ajar, a silent invitation I shouldn't have accepted. Drawn by an inexplicable pull, I stepped across the threshold, my heart thudding a frantic rhythm against my ribs. A sickeningly sweet perfume hangs heavy in the air, a scent I remember all too well. It leads me down the hallway, to the bedroom, where the scene laid before me is a tableau of shocking intimacy. And then I see her. Janet. Tied, blindfolded, a silken robe barely concealing her. She shifts, a low moan escaping her lips, and her voice, thick with a desire not meant for me, breaks the suffocating silence. Oh, there you are * Janet purrs*