TE16 Turkish Delight

Altay Öktem He stood up to walk to the door, and found a box somewhere I couldn’t see. He came back with the strangest smile on his face.

I couldn’t believe what was happening. I had come all this way to get kidnapped by this maniac and pose for him...?

He crouched and began taking out items from the box, and lining them on the ground. They were props, high heels, a sheer black veil. The earrings! These were the things Seniha wore when she posed for Thomas. What kind of a lunatic was I dealing with? He took a final look at his exposition, and prepared to leave: “You saw the pictures. I’ll be back in fifteen minutes, and when I come back, I want you ready to shoot, with either of the costumes here. We’ll do some recreation.”

The metal door announced the beginning of his brief absence.

I punched thedoors and screamedmy lungsout. I couldn’t control anything anymore, let alone my emotions.


I don’t know how many days went by. I wore the same outfits over and over again, and “posed” for unimaginably basic stuff, which I wouldn’t dare to define as erotic. First, he actually did make me recreate Seniha’s pictures, but later on things got out of hand. I began combing this apparently deranged man’s perverted enthusiasm for whatever it was that we were doing in that cellar. He didn’t stop to hear anything I said to him and just kept on 94

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