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Her name is Jasmine and she is a thirty-five-year-old respectable member of society. During the day, she runs a small bookstore and coffee shop in a tourist town down south near the Eastern seaboard. She is not married nor does she intend on getting married. All a marriage license is to her is a piece of paper stating that you own someone, or at least it did to her parents. Her dad owned her mom and she allowed it. Jasmine still lived in her small hometown but her parents have moved to Florida. She is not a virgin as she has had her share of quick affairs and one night stands. This particular Wednesday was slow as it was too hot even to be outdoorsHearing the bell tinkled above the door she looked up from where she was sitting behind the counter reading. A stranger, dressed in black dress slacks and a black button down short sleeve shirt walked inside. My first thought was, ?Black on a hot day like this. He has to be from up north.? He was approximately six foot tall, with a muscular build. His black hair streaked with grey was cut fashionably short and he got closer she could see that he had icy blue eyes, devoid of any emotion.Laying my book down, I stood up and said, ?Welcome to Jasmine?s. What can I get for you, sir???I would like a large black coffee and one of those delicious looking banana nut muffins,? he told her as he apprised the top half of her body.She took his credit card and rang up the sale, noting that his name was on the card as Colin Fitzpatrick. Handing the card back to him she said, ?Thank you, Mr. Fitzpatrick. Enjoy your day and when you need a refill let me know.?Thanks,? he said as he stood there holding his muffin and coffee, just staring at her again.?Is Şerifali Escort there something else you need?? Jasmine inquired, trying hard not to show him that the way he was staring at her was starting to make her a bit uncomfortable.?Yes, you,? he stated matter-of-factly. ?Come out from behind the counter so I can see the rest of my prize.?Jasmine drew herself as tall as her five foot three frame would allow and said, ?Excuse me Mr. Fitzpatrick, but I am not your prize so please take your muffin and coffee and leave my shop.?Mr. Fitzpatrick gave her a lopsided grin and told her, ?One day you will be my prize, my bitch, and my slut. I give out my mating call and you will come crawling, your pussy dripping wet, craving my cock. Soon my pet, soon,? and with that, he turned and left the shop.Seeing it was almost lunchtime, Jasmine quickly went to the door and locked it, putting up the closed sign. Remembering the stranger?s words, she shivered and rubbed her arms, the words resonating through her body. Jasmine thought about calling the police and making a report but he had done nothing except spout some sexual mumble jumbo.Damn summer heat seems to bring out the weirdo tourist.As she fixed herself a salad for lunch, the stranger, and his mumbo-jumbo were soon forgotten. By the time the weekend had rolled around, the stranger had not reappeared and soon he was just a random thought in the back of her mind. Two weeks later, this time on a Friday, just before lunchtime he reappeared. At the time, Jasmine was dusting the bottom shelf of books when the bell tinkled. Just as she went to stand up, Jasmine felt two hands grab her by the hips and pull her Şerifali Escort Bayan back against an erection.?My cock wants your ass and pussy. Do you want my cock buried deep inside one of your holes??Jasmine tried to pull away but he was holding on tight, dry humping her ass.Just as she opened her mouth to scream, he told her. ?Scream but by the time they get here, my cock will be buried deep. I will apologize and tell them that you were screaming in sexual pleasure.?Very slowly, she raised her leg, coming down on the top of his foot, all the time wishing she was wearing her heels instead of her sandals. He gave a howl and quickly let go of her to grab his foot.Almost making it to the front door, he commanded, ?Stop cunt.?As if her body had a mind of its own, it stopped and refused to go no farther. ?What the fuck are you? Are you some type of warlock or voodoo prince?? she wondered as she willed her body to move forward. Jasmine knew that in the swamps and backwoods, people believed in this shit but not her ? or at least she didn?t until now.?Tonight you will get a text message either on your phone or through your work or personal email. Make sure you follow the directions exactly. Any deviation and you will be punished. From now on you call me Colin or sir.? Looking at her one more time, he walked out.Only after he left was her body able to move but Jasmine was still so frozen with a combination of fear and pleasurable thoughts that it took her several minutes before she did move. Jasmine wanted to close shop and go pack a bag to take a trip until he got tired of waiting but an inner voice told her that he would never get tired. He had marked Escort Şerifali her as his and he would not be satisfied until she was his, heart, body, and soulJasmine went behind the counter and grabbed her cell phone, calling Breeze, her best friend who also dabbled in the occult.After talking to her friend about the situation, she knew that she was right. She had been marked as his sexual plaything. The question that neither she nor Breeze could answer was why. Although Breeze advised against it Jasmine was determined that no man, normal or supernatural, would own her, or control her life.As she was closing for the night, it hit her. ?Shit! she said aloud, ?that bastard, getting me all in a tither. I never gave him my phone number or email address so there is no way he could contact me. And I am a stupid bitch for believing him. Bet he is laughing his ass off.?Jasmine felt better after talking to herself and quickly finished all the chores before she headed upstairs to her apartment. Once upstairs she took a quick shower and fixed her some supper. She was just sitting down to eat when her phone went off.Grabbing it she clicked on it, setting it on speaker mode, saying, ?Hello, this is Jasmine,? without looking at the number. She almost dropped the phone when she heard his voice on the other end.?Good evening Jasmine,? Colin said. ?You are to take a cab to 2354 Michigan Avenue and come up to the door. He will be unlocked so come on in. Once inside, you will strip and get on your knees, awaiting me like a good slut would.?Taking a deep breath Jasmine yelled, ?Listen you fucking retarded moron, find some other vulnerable female to play mind games with because I am not,? as she clicked off, turning her phone off.Just as she was getting ready to take a shower and get ready for bed, she heads a knock on her outside door. Going over she looked out the peephole and saw him standing there. Jasmine decided to remain quiet, hoping he would think she was not there and leave.