Take Me Make Me — Amarinda Jones

Are you the Captain? I was told you could help me." Millicent surveyed the darkly handsome man who sat behind a large oak desk. When she had first entered the building she'd wondered if she was in the right place. Millicent had been told to go to 11 Davenport Street in New Farm. That particular part of Brisbane was lined with old warehouses and strangers who looked away when you looked at them-not the sort of place a smart woman would go. Barely six o'clock in the evening but already, the street was dark and the lighting was dismal. Millicent, however, was desperate and desperate beat out smart every time. At first glance, number eleven appeared like every other building in the street. It was only after she opened the surprisingly unlocked door that Millicent realized the world she had entered was unlike any other. A mixture of two colors-deep crimson and wild purple-adorned the foyer. The only breaks in the coloring were the black wooden paneled walls and a transparent staircase winding to a second floor. The idea of ascending something so fragile-looking worried Millicent. Only when the deep, masculine voice called out to her did she realize she was being watched."Are you coming up to see me or are you too scared?"Millicent refrained from whirling around to locate the source of the voice or where the cameras were hidden. "Are the stairs safe?" Even as she asked the question, she knew she sounded stupid. This whole venture is unsafe."No one gets hurt here unless they choose it."Bloody hell," Millicent murmured under her breath. This was not what she'd imagined when she'd finally decided to take up her best friend Angela's suggestion. "I-er, I'll come-"Yes, you will," interrupted the voice.