1 Chapter 1: V1-The Black Box

This is my story. A story of how a normal middle aged housewife became something omnipotent. All because of a black box. This is a story of loss, lust, violence and power. So let's begin shall we...

I suppose I should begin with an introduction. My human name was Anita Garcia. I was born into a low income family. Spent most of my life working with family and raising my younger siblings. It was a difficult life, but I learned the value of money, family and being thankful for what we had. I met Oliver in high school and married him immediately after it.

Oliver was a good man. He worked hard to provide for our family. It was not his fault the stress of work was a bit too much to handle for him. Liquor seemed to ease him. Jump ahead one mortgage payment and a son later, suddenly it was our 25th wedding anniversary.

Our counselor had suggested a holiday to celebrate. Something to spice up and hopefully save our relationship. I was hopeful. The loneliness was getting too much to bear. Oliver had not touched me in over a year. He found pleasure in playing poker and drinking his booze. I couldn't complain. He provided for us and as far as I knew never cheated on me. So, here we were amazed by the beauty of Hawaii.

"What you got there?," Oliver asked as I shuffled through the money in my handbag.

"Extra cash for our excursions," I said excitedly. I couldn't wait to take it all in. I wanted to inhale the tropical air, soak up the sun and marvel at all the scenery around me.

"That money would've been great for Vegas," he replied. "We should've gone to Vegas," he muffled under his breath. I could not help but roll my eyes.

Finally we arrived at the resort. As we unloaded and gathered our belongings for the bell hop, I noticed a raggedy man near by. He was obviously begging for money. There stood an older lanky man wearing a torn Hawaiian shirt. He was gesturing with a cup outstretched to those walking by.

"Ugh," Oliver remarked looking over toward the man, "I thought this was supposed to be a fancy schmancy place?"

"Oh Oliver," I said beginning to walk away toward the man. I could hear Oliver protesting my actions as I scurried near this stranger. I pulled out the first bill I felt with my fingers and handed it to him. His tired eyes looked up from the cup and gleamed. It was at that moment I realized I gave him a hundred dollar bill. "Oh well, it will be our secret," I thought. I briefly turned away and ran back toward the resort entrance.

Oliver was nowhere in sight. I figured I'd check with the front desk to see if he checked in. Once there, I noticed our luggage off to the side. Obviously, my husband was elsewhere and I had a pretty good idea where. I checked us in and graciously tipped the bell hop to get us settled. "I suppose I can at least tip well and use this money for some good," I thought, beginning to realize the course of this vacation.

There he was. Laughing away and already making friends with the bartender at the lobby lounge. My Ollie, such a social butterfly.

Upon seeing me, he gestured for me to take a seat nearby. Might as well, I guess, since it's probably where I will be spending most of our vacation. I couldn't help but think such things. As I planted my rear to the cushioned stool, Oliver gestured for the bartender to give us another round. I was famished and wanted to explore. "Oliver, shouldn't we go get settled in our room?" I questioned softly in his ear. I was secretly hoping he caught the hint about me wanting to "spend time in our room." I mean, I even bought a variety of lovely lingerie especially for this trip. "Please darling," I said while gripping onto his arm a bit forwardly. "I really am hungry", I added. With that, he turned my way and nodded. "Yes!," I thought. Oliver motioned for the bartender to come by and asked for the check. "My wife is hungry so we better mosey along," Ollie said. Just as I was beginning to scoot off of the stool, the bartender replied...

"Just so you know you can order anything from our restaurant from here." I gave that man the worst stink eye. Ollie chuckled and said, "in that case we will take a menu and another round."

The light through the windows had darkened and I could tell it was getting late. We had finished our dinner almost an hour ago and my husband had not budged. "What's wrong with me?," I thought..."am I the reason our marriage is going to fail?" Just then I felt it. The goosebumps and burning behind my back. Someone was staring a hole into me. I glanced around the room and everyone was going about their own business. There was a group cheering in the corner for the karaoke participants and men gathered near my Ollie talking about football.

Suddenly I saw them. A pair of emerald green eyes looking straight at me from a hidden booth at the corner of the lounge. I could not see the person sitting there. The lighting was so dim I could vaguely make out their silhouette. Those eyes though, they were the brightest green I had ever seen. They gleamed in the darkness of the room. It was really uncomfortable and intense. My defenses kicked in and I stared back. Hopefully, the person would acknowledge I saw them now and turn away. Just then I felt a tug in my blouse. I overly exaggerated my movements and irritatedly turned away.

The bartender pointed to Ollie now sitting hunched over at the other end of the bar.

"When did this happen?!" I thought. Oliver just excused himself to the restroom a few minutes ago. I suppose he never made it.

"How embarrassing," I thought. I pushed my way to the other side of the bar where the bartender met me. "It's our first vacation in a long time," I said apologetically.

"No problem, said the bartender. "Would you like some help with him?," he asked.

"No I got it," I said giggling nervously. After lugging Oliver to the elevator, supporting him while I searched for our room key, and maneuvering him safely into bed, I decided now I needed a drink. "How could he do this to me?!" I thought. "He knew how important this trip was to me. What a horrible way to start it."

I was determined to salvage the rest of the night, even if I had to do it on my own.

I remember the anger inside me. I was enraged. The martinis near the beach bar relaxed me a bit. The squish of wet sand soothed my bare feet and I began to focus on the symphony of the water meeting the shore. I sat down taking it all in. Letting down my guard. Suddenly, that feeling returned.

With all the drama transferring Ollie, I forgot about the individual at the bar. The goosebumps and the stare. Here it was again, the chills and a quiver. My body lit on fire. I mustered the courage to turn toward it.

Standing before me was the most beautiful man I had ever laid eyes on. Imagine your ideal man then add bright green eyes to that. He was perfect. My mind may have been altered by the alcohol but I distinctly remember his glow; his confidence as he strolled near me. He was medium build. I could tell the way his white linen shirt clung to his chest and arms. He stood at 6 foot 5 with perfectly groomed dark hair. His complexion appeared perfect; flawless in the moonlit night. Then, there were his eyes. They seemed to shine and drew me in. Two jewels surrounded by thick, dark lashes. I could not turn away. I could not speak or move. I just stood there gawking at his beauty.

"Lovely night tonight isn't it," he questioned. His voice was smooth and masculine. I nodded unable to speak. I could not focus on words. His glare shot up and down my body. I could feel myself shake.

"Are you alone?" he asked as he began to near my personal space. "Speak dammit...say something!!" I thought. Then he continued, "someone as lovely as you should not be alone."

I wanted to run, to scream. I wanted to say my husband was near, but I didn't. I stood there frozen, enticed by his magnetism. His arm reached for mine. His fingers gently caressed my skin. I couldn't resist. Each swipe sent a tingle up and down my spine. His gentle touch teasing my body. Finally, he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me in. I let out a gasp and inhaled him. He smelled of cedar and rain.

"What's your name?" he asked. I heard a crack and whisper come from me, "Anita." Finally, I could speak. I fumbled trying to find more words, "Go," I muttered. His eyebrow rose and with those green eyes he looked into my soul. Clinging more tightly to my body, I felt his hot breath against my face, "Go on? Or Go away?" My body shook at his embrace.

It was nothing I had ever felt before. Shaking from anticipation of what was to come...a longing for his touch...desperately wanting more. His fingers moved to my face. Outlining my jawbone, he said, "I am Dietrich."

My mouth opened instinctively with his touch. "We are all given a choice," he began,"Do you want me tonight?" My heart raced and my breath quickened. I could not move. Ideas jumbled in my mind. Run away...break free...quiver. Feeling my body tense, Dietrich leaned in an took my breath away. His lips were strong and sweet. Firm yet gentle. I closed my eyes and felt his fingers trace my mouth. He added, "Do you want me forever?"

My throat went dry and I was thirsty. Thirsty for him. I gulped and felt my head nod. "Say it," he said, "Tell me you're mine." I was lost in his eyes, lost in his touch, trapped in his kiss.

"I am yours," I uttered. I was done for. With that, I sealed my fate.

He gripped my body against his to show he was pleased. He flashed a perfectly white smile and continued to kiss me. Next thing I knew, we were alone in a cave. I could still hear the waves. I could still feel the sand below me. Then, I felt his naked body on me. I was on fire as I took him in. My arms and hands where roaming his body as I caressed his muscles. His body glistened in the moonlight and we were in sync. He was right....I was his.

The pleasure he gave me was intense and felt endless. My senses were on overload. Such pleasure. It was dream. As time went on, I convinced myself it had to be a dream. My body was tired and sore but it craved for more. Then, came the pain. Sharp and brief. My body tensed and then it got dark. As I lost consciousness, I closed my eyes still thinking "this is all a dream."

Trapped in nothingness, I felt my eyes open. Alone in the dark. "See," I told myself, "it was all a dream. Such a sinful dream. I was going to hell for sure." With guilt, I sighed and reached for Ollie. My arm didn't go far, hitting a wall. Suddenly I realized, I wasn't in a bed. I wasn't near Ollie. Walls of wood were all around me. "Oh God, I got abducted!" my mind began to swirl. "He drugged me and stuck me in a box! How could this happen?! How did I let this happen?!" I began to hit and scream but no one ever came. There was no sound. My quick struggle got me nowhere and my oxygen was gone. Weakly, I lay lifeless in the box thinking of how I let Ollie down. I let my son down. I let myself down. Forget going to hell, I was already there!

My breath was weak and all I could do was blink my eyes from time to time. I don't know how long I laid there in darkness. My captor knew what he was doing. He made me weak. My mind was mad. Suddenly, there was movement outside. A creaking sound came, and light entered my box. Dietrich loomed over me extending his hand. "Hope you're rested," he said with a smile. I wanted to pounce on him. To attack him and attempt to escape, but again I could not move. He leaned over and effortlessly cradled me into his arms like a man carrying his bride over the threshold. My body was tired. The last thing I saw was a big black box. The box he had stored me in. My hell...my coffin.