A young woman learns the erotic potential of being whipped.
The only problem with this is that there are shadows everywhere. Anywhere there is light, there is going to be a shadow. It is as simple as that. So the only way to avoid them is to get rid of the light. To that end, I had completely redone my bedroom in an attempt to eliminate all forms of light. Blankets over the window, dresser in front of the window, empty light sockets, the whole ten yards. I don't even have a TV or a power-strip in my room just so there aren't those little red lights anywhere. All in all, my room is as black as you can possibly make it.
Of course, I realize that I am fooling myself. The very fact that the light from outside is being blocked means that my room is actually one big shadow. But that isn't important. What is important is that I don't have to see it.
Drawing the single sheet from my body, I slowly get out of bed and move towards the bathroom door. Knowing where all of the hidden obstacles in my room are, I quickly traverse the bedroom to the somewhat clean bathroom. Flipping on the light switch, I turn and look at myself in the mirror. Brown eyes, check. Short brown hair, check. Rough beard stubble, check. Two eyes, two ears, one nose, one mouth, all check. And the piece de resistance, an uneven scar along my right jawline, check.
I got the scar two years ago when I was still in college. Apparently getting drunk and showing off a little when you are being hunted by demented killers isn't a good idea. It wasn't anything major. It was just a little darkening of the room with a slight amount of intimidation mixed in. Nothing that would really be noticeable. The only problem is that about one in ten college students isn't exactly human. Not really surprising. There are always those people at college that give you the creeps or those guys that you won't even walk near. Well, surprise. Those aren't the monsters. Those are just normal people that you don't like. The real monsters are the people that draw all of the attention. The athletes, the frat guys, even the nerds. Anyone that is really good at something to the point of people taking notice is usually a monster.
The reason that the monsters are there in the first place is because college campuses are like giant buffets to predators. What do you get when you take a insecurity, mix it with hormones, and add a splash of alcohol? A lot of people that will do anything to fit in. This makes it prime territory for anything that is remotely predatory.
So, back to the story. So there I was, drunk out of my mind, trying to play the macho guy by putting a little scare into some of the competition, and the next thing I know, I'm face down on the ground with a huge cut on my jaw and a Changeling standing over me. Now, you probably don't know exactly what a Changeling is. It's essentially the big brother of the chameleon. Man-sized, reptilian, and a penchant for illusion, the Changeling can blend in anywhere. Unfortunately for my face, the disguise is only an illusion. They don't actually replace the serrated scales along their fingers with nice smooth skin.
So I'm drunk out of my mind, on the ground, bleeding everywhere, with a giant lizard standing over me getting ready to finish the job. Without thinking, which should be pretty obvious because I was fairly wasted, I reacted. I quickly grabbed the nearest shadows, shaped them into something really pointy, and skewered the oversized iguana on a stick of shadow. Of course at this point, there's blood flying everywhere and the place is a mess. Not knowing that I was the one responsible, a friend of mine picks me off and takes me quickly to his car so we can get away. To make a long story short, I stopped going to college and moved to a different town with the scar on my jaw serving as the only reminder of my days in college.
Drawing out of my reverie, I splash some water on my face and head to the living room/kitchen.