The resulting clapping didn’t do anything to alleviate the sensations that was gripping her soul. She started to understand that she was up against something novel and her tush was going to be very pink when it was all said and done.
There were items in there she couldn’t begin to understand. Well ornate and gorgeous looking, but no idea what it was. There was something that looked like a beautiful choker but the design was unlike anything she’d seen. At the bottom was the little packet of that same sleeping pill she had administered to her hubby with a hand drawn smiley face on it.
The room spun and turned dark as she floated out into the universe.
When she regained her consciousness, she was laying on a very comfortable and super cushion-y couch. All her girlfriends were around her but changed into comfortable street attire. Some even had no makeup on.
How long had she been out for?
Nothing about her body suggested she had fallen to the floor. She was still very much the way she was before she passed out. The looks on the friend’s faces was a bit more serious.
Was she OK?
Did she get the real sleeping pill?
She sat up quickly and was ready to fight when her BFF signaled for her to hold still.
In more serious tones the group started to explain things to her one by one. The speech about submitting she had heard before was repeated to her. She was told that she had the option to do as she’d be told or just get up and leave and go home to face her man. Additionally, she had been out for about 15 minutes and that she was OK. Nothing was done to her to drug her or keep her under. They had all changed because the night was still young and their part of the mission was over. The fun was great, they were happy for her, but tonight she had to grow into the woman she was supposed to be.
They told her there was one more box to open. This one was not like the others. It was not wrapped or anything. It was a regular generic box store box. The choice was hers. Whatever she decided, she had to follow it through. No second chances or guessing. Both paths would lead to her going home. The first path would involve the content of that mystery box and the second path involved just going home. Nothing she asked helped get her any more clues. She needed to listen to her gut.
All she had to go on was her instinct and the prior boxes.
That could mean anything.
This was her hubby she was dealing with. Evidently, he had set this whole thing in motion. She couldn’t tease out what was not his from what was. And now this epic choice.
Either way, she’d face him tonight. Either way, her butt was going to be very rosy. Either way, she was not leaving the night without becoming a changed woman. And the one thing she had heard that was acting like a beacon of light was the message about submitting.
Shallows of the Deep 