It took you a few minutes to answer. The cop was just about to knock again when you finally open the door. He's a young officer, relatively new on the force, not used to all the shit you see around town. He looks flustered when he sees you. "Ahem. Um... Good evening ma'am," he says, trying not to look as you stand in the doorway in your lacey red slip, with the over-poured glass of pinot noir in your hand. You look directly at him, as if you were going to eat him alive.

You probably could, if you wanted to. You smile, and he blushes. "Um, sorry to bother you, we're canvasing the neighborhood looking for a missing man. Late 20's, broad shoulders, sandy blonde hair. You haven't seen anyone fitting his description, have you?" He hands you a photo of me. You take it, letting your finger trace against the back of his hand ever so briefly.

"Oh goodness, how terrible. I hope everyone's ok." A small bump comes from the house. The officer notices.

"Sorry miss, is there anyone else at home with you? We're asking everyone..." A small sigh. A sip of wine.

"No, it's just me. If you MUST know, I was just playing with my... well... my toy." you wink at him. He swallows. "Can I keep this?" you ask, holding the photo up. "Just incase I see him?" He nods.

"Yes ma'am, And uh- please let us know if you see anything. Enjoy your um... evening." You turn back into the house, as you close the door.

"Oh, I will."

You walk back through the hall, your footsteps thumping on the floor. You open the door down into the basement, taking each step slowly, savoring it as you sip your wine.

"Some one's looking for you, my little toy." You say, slowly, confidently, as you reach the bottom of the stairs. I look over at you, barely able to mutter a whimper. I sit naked, arms and legs tied to the chair, gagged by a strip of cloth as the mechanical pocket stroker whirs and pumps, up and down. You throw my photo on the ground in front of me. I struggle to make eye contact as you lean forward in front of me. I can smell the wine on your breath as you trace a finger down my bare chest.

"I told him you and I were going to have all kinds of fun."