Faking Being Blind 소설 & 이야기

Cool air hits my bare skin and I’m left in nothing but heels and a thin scrap of lace. This has to be bonkers, what if there were cameras here? There has to be, Maya did hint at how this was created for her, and I am sure they are kinky enough to put cameras here. What if they are watching us? My face heats up from the thought of it. What the fuck is wrong with me? Kade turns me to face the screen. “Keep your eyes on the window,” he says against my ear. “Focus your attention on them.”

I had a part to play. “I’ll get the girls up,” he said, and kissed my shoulder, and the kiss landed on skin that had gone to stone. Performing blind turned out to be harder than being blind ever was. When you can’t see, your body learns. It builds the house in your head and walks the rooms without thinking. But now I could see, and I had to make myself wrong on purpose, and that took a kind of concentration that left me shaking by lunch. I reached for my coffee cup and my hand went straight to it, clean, certain, and I had to stop my own fingers an inch away and let them wander, patting the table, searching for a thing I was looking right at.

"That's not an insult, Ava, it's an observation, and the fact that you can't tell the difference is kind of the entire point." She stared at him. "No one ever just sees you," he continued, quieter now. "They see the performance. The control. The discipline. And you've built that so carefully that even when someone tries to look past it, you make it as difficult as possible, because being seen actually scares you more than losing does." "Don't psychoanalyze me." "I'm not. I'm telling you what I see." "You don't see anything. You see a girl who didn't fall for your charm fast enough and it bothered you, so now you've decided the problem is something deep and complicated about me instead of jus

"A fake socialite like you thinks you can deceive Hugo? Just how shameless can you be?" I was stunned. "What do you mean, fake socialite?" I looked over my outfit from head to toe—Chanel clothes, a Patek Philippe watch, and a Hermès bag. I had put great care into dressing for this blind date. Everything was custom-ordered at high prices directly from the brand headquarters, so how could any of it be fake? I was just about to explain, but the woman became even more aggressive. "What are you looking at? You think you're all that just because you're covered from head to toe in designer brands? How much are you planning to squeeze out of Hugo?"

My team was the only one in the company that hit its performance targets this year. At the year-end party, the boss waited until everyone else had left, then he pulled out a big red box and had the four of us in my team draw blind boxes. I drew a desktop tower caked in dust, an antique that looked like it belonged in a museum. Haley Lambert, my teammate, drew a monitor covered edge to edge in scratches. Drew Sandler got a keyboard with every letter worn clean off the keys. Gabe Carell ended up with a grease-slicked wired mouse. Our boss, Cyrus Griffin, clapped me on the shoulder, grinning drunkenly. "You young people love a blind box, right? It's all about that thrill of not knowing!

“I’m not normal then.” “That’s the problem.” Silence stretches between us. He exhales. “Lately, you’ve been pushing too hard.” “I’m working, Gabriel.” “No, you’re trying to prove something.” My fingers hover over the keyboard. “Ardent Global is hesitating,” I say evenly. “Because of your blindness, it's obvious,” Gabriel replies bluntly. I appreciate that about him—he doesn’t sugarcoat. “They think closing a deal with us will lead to loss,” he continues.

Isabelle screamed hysterically as she watched the video. "Turn it off! Turn it off! It's fake! It's fabricated! It's been edited with AI! This is malicious slander!" She tried to rush up to the screen to block it out, but she ended up tripping over her long dress and falling to the ground in a disheveled mess. Gabriel stared at the unfamiliar, cold-blooded version of himself in the video and turned deathly pale as he trembled uncontrollably. The pack warriors below the stage howled and roared in fury.

Sheri replied, smiling, trying not to show the nervousness that had her stomach in knots. "We're going to start phase two today," Charles informed her. "I want you to put this on," he said, holding out a blindfold. "Really?" she asked, feeling the silky material as he placed it in her hand. "Yes," Charles replied. "I want to see you react to stimulus without sight. It'll make it much more intense." "You're sure about this?" Sheri asked, looking at him. "Of course you're sure," she said, laughing. "Don't let me stub my toe," she said as she tied the blindfold around her head, her whole world now blind.

I nodded in response but I realized my mistake almost immediately and I corrected myself, “Yes sir.” “Good girl.” He muttered under his breath. Then he took my hands and gently wrapped the scarf around right it right. Once done, he tied it up on the bedpost, I think it was made for this very purpose and a part of me wondered if he has ever brought in another girl to this room, but I had no time to think about it because I can see him pulling out another scarf and I wondered where he is going to tie this time. “Now I am going to blindfold you. It is called sensory deprivation and it is a fun exercise. With your vision cut off, you will feel my every touch so much more. Ready?”

Finn had been so absorbed in his work all afternoon that he had forgotten to draw the blinds, leaving everything in plain sight. The man who was supposed to be blind was now effortlessly scanning the tablet screen, writing with fluid strokes, and enthusiastically discussing upcoming plans with his secretary. His movements were practiced, his gestures smooth and natural-nothing about him suggested the awkwardness of someone who had only recently regained his sight. No. He didn't look like someone who had just recovered from blindness. He looked like someone who had never been blind at all. A fraud. The word echoed in Annie's mind, and with it, an unbearable realization settled over her.