It was one am and Pandora was still laying in bed, wide awake. She couldn't stop reflecting on her interview with Michael, so different from what her peers what experienced with the man. Pandora felt guilty for lying to Michael, for she knew she felt 'different' to others, but she couldn't put her finger on what it was. But Michael never seemed to pick up on her white lie. She couldn't stop replaying the intimate scenes in her head. How Michael laid his hand on her thigh and the other on the side of her neck. How their lips brushed and breaths mingled.

All of these thoughts made Pandora's head spin and core ache. She hadn't felt like this is a long time, and it thrilled her.

But before Pandora could indulge herself in the filthy acts that she craved to pursue, there was a knock at her door. The sound rang through her ears with annoyance as she went to stand up with an irritated huff. Though she opened with a loud creak causing Pandora to sit back down with a confused and scared look upon her face.

There stood a tall figure dressed in a full-body leather suit between the doorframe. The dark figure walked further into the room and closed the door behind them. They turned around and supposedly stared at the woman who sat on her bed. They took a step closer as Pandora shuffled back towards the headboard. The leather figure crawled over the bed until they were positioned between Pandora's legs. Pandora pulled up her bed sheets ever so slightly so they were covering everything up to her nose.

"Who are you?" Pandora whispered. But she got no answer, just a silent stare from the rubber man. The man jumped up and snatched the bed sheets from the girl's hands causing her the yelp in shock and fright. The stranger proceeded to spread Pandora's legs and rub his latex hand down her thighs until his fingers were grazing her core.

Pandora was struck frozen, she didn't know what to do. She didn't really want him to stop, but she didn't know who he was. It couldn't be Andre or Gallant as they both were gay and wouldn't be doing this to a girl in the middle of the night. But, with a slight disappoint, the man stopped when the door flung open. The figure above Pandora stood from the bed and walked out of the room, brushing past the new figure standing outside the door. Pandora shuffled back against her headboard and slumped down on her pillows slightly.

"There's no need to back away from me, Dora," Pandora heard the figure say from the doorway. She recognised the voice to be that of Michael Langdon.

"Why did you call me that?" Pandora quizzed as she shuffled up the bed as Michael sat in the edge of covers, no one had called her Dora since she was a child, it sounded almost foreign to hear it again.

"Because I know you. I know what you are capable of," Michael leaned closer to the young woman. " You harbour evil. A dark power flows in your veins, my dear, you're just like me."

"I'm afraid I don't understand what you mean," Pandora insisted with a nervous laugh.

"You don't at the moment, but everything will make sense soon -"

"Well, why don't you explain it to me then?!" Pandora cuts Michael off while sitting forward. "You make feel different, and I don't know how to feel about all of this. Ever since you walked into this goddamn outpost, I've felt something inside me -"

"What do you feel?" Michael urged. "Does it feel evil, dark?"

"Yes, it feels like there's this corrupt mess growing inside of me," Pandora whispered, almost scared of what she was admitting.

Michael shot Pandora a sinister smirk and place his warm hand upon her cheek. "Good, you're discovering the real you, the person that's been forced into hiding," Michael whispered as he leaned closer to Pandora's face. Pandora was frustrated with the lack of answers that she was receiving from the man sat beside her, so she did what she believed would relieve her stress.

The brunette pushed her face towards the golden-tressed man and pressed her lips to his mouth in a passionate kiss. A kiss that he gladly returned. Michael's hand on her cheek moved down to her slender neck and deepened the kiss by pushing Pandora down onto the mattress below her.

Michael's kisses became sloppier as his wandering lips travelled down Pandora's jaw and neck. Pandora closed her eyes in ecstasy as she allowed the man to lovingly attack her collarbone.

Michael roughly pulled at the strings holding Pandora's nightgown up whilst climbing over her. Once the fabric cords were finally untwined, Michael stumblingly shoved down the fair flimsy fabric down past her shoulders and off of her body.

Michael sat up and ripped his shirt off and as Pandora laid under him with a breathless smile on her face. Michael stared down at the naked woman below her with awe and lust lingering in his eyes. "So beautiful, so submissive, my little devil," Michael seductively whispered down to Pandora.

The flustered woman stared up of the man above her as he began untieing his grey pyjama bottoms and he lowly moaned down at the sight of beneath him.

"Relax and let us finally reunite, Dora."

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sorry, I didn't finish the smut portion of the chapter, I find it so difficult to write. honestly, don't know how people do it.

if anyone was wondering, I didn't like how I originally started this story so I unpublished my first ever chapter and I'm planning on using it further on in the story.