Blind Observations

My name is Kiara Weeks. Before the car crash, I was a modestly well-off graduate, but the aftermath of the accident drained my parents' inheritance, and I was left a blind woman. The doctor reassured me that the condition was temporary.Still, I had a feeling that period could last anywhere from six months to my whole life.Thanks to the car crash, I started to truly appreciate how precious friendship and love were. If it weren't for my boyfriend, Michael Rivera, and my best friend, Laura, I'd never have gotten over the hurdle.My boyfriend, especially, worked himself to the bone just to get enough money for my treatment. Although I couldn't see him, his voice sounded perpetually tired. When Kiara came to me about a certain… job, I felt a weight getting lifted off my shoulders.It was a weird job with a weirder name: blind spectator. Laura said it was an easy job though, and it paid well. I just had to pass the interview. So, I decided to give it a go.After all, I couldn't let my boyf

The sound of footsteps echoed, and I heaved a sigh of relief. It was surprising that they had this kind of fetish, though. The guy's voice sounded so much like my boyfriend's, and it took me back to my first time with him.I wasn't a lustful woman, but for some reason, I felt agitated at work. The voice aroused me a little, and I envied the woman. No, this couldn't be. I must be mad for having that thought. To keep my mind in one place and the inappropriate voices out, I forced myself to think about my memories with Michael.Most of them were about his… action in bed. I felt myself breathing heavily, and I got hot and bothered. I couldn't wait to get home and do it with Michael. Finally, the clients' action came to an end. I heaved a sigh of relief, and my colleague took me outside.My nerves were wracked, and I couldn't stand up properly. When I got out and took a breath of fresh air, I realized how strong the stench in the room had been. Well, the job was weird, but it was mostly eas

Like usual, I was lying on my side in bed, though I was only pretending to be asleep. Michael's footsteps were quiet, and I heard him going into the bathroom to wash himself up.I wondered if I should ask him about everything. Even if I did, would he tell me the truth? Just when I was planning on pretending to be asleep all the way, Michael wrapped his arms around my waist. He then huddled closer and whispered into my ear like he loved me.This was how he expressed desire. The old me would have shyly but willingly let him have his way with me, but what I found out earlier changed that. Michael didn't look like the man I knew anymore, and his actions only disgusted me.I pushed him away, but he thought I was throwing a tantrum. He held my hand and kept apologizing, feeding me lies about working overtime. He sounded so genuine and loving like he wanted nothing but to spoil me.Disgusting. I realized I had never truly known his man. It was like I had been sharing a bed with a total st

My priority was to keep myself safe. I was reminded of Michael. Though I had no idea if he had a part in this, my first order of priority was to get out of this place.The man wasn't expecting powerful resistance, but he looked intrigued and even more turned on. I almost puked. I grabbed a vase and hurled it like a cannonball. It smashed his head, and he clutched it, furious that he was hurt.Galvanized by the clean hit, I grabbed a remote control, the router, slippers, and anything I could take, and hurled them all at the man, then I ran. When I got out, I realized escape wasn't as hard as I thought it would be.The next second, I felt desire burning within me. When I realized what was going on, I cursed. This job was as disgusting as ever. The water my colleague gave me must have been spiked.I called the cops and got a ride to the hospital. When I came back home, it was already midnight. I walked into an apartment I barely recognized. Gaudy decorations hung everywhere while my b