Marissa never would have guessed it was the start of the most thrilling and bizarre week of her life on the morning when an unlabeled package showed up at her door. At first, she was nervous to open it, but after looking inside she saw only six regular glass bottles. There was a sealed letter that surprised her when she read it. It was from her eccentric aunt Annabel, who left her family seven years ago to chase her dreams somewhere in “the unknown world,” whatever the hell that meant. It read:
“My dear little Mari,
“Well, I guess you’re not so little now. In fact, I imagine you’ll be a full-grown woman with a life all her own by the time this package finds you. I’m doing great, by the way! The tribesmen who found me out here are treating me wonderful ever since I became their new witch-doctor. It’s a role fit for a queen! Oh, which reminds me, I never did forget that day you confided in me your fetish for brutish, muscular men and how you were afraid it would impact your chances of finding a good partner down the line. Well, fear no more! I present to you my specialty brew of exotic transformative elixirs, which I call “Wildman Tonics.”
“If your still interested in making those fantasies of yours real, let me explain how they work. One of the vials contains a clear, peach-colored liquid. That ones for you, and you should take it first. It has the essence of an alpha female, and it will make you far more attractive and powerful in the eyes of your partners. I also threw in something extra to prevent any “little accidents” from happening during sex for a while. You’ll thank me for it, I know.
“Then, there are all the red vials, which are meant for your bachelors. Only give them to men who show preexisting attraction to you after you take your vial. This is very important, as it will guarantee their absolute obedience to you. Now, you should note that most of them are clear and light red in color. Giving one of these to someone will turn them into an ordinary beta male in your “pack.” And then, there is the one special vial dyed a deep crimson. Give this one to the man who you want to be your “king,” as it is the essence of an alpha male and whoever turn will be much stronger and more dominating than the rest. So, make sure you know him the best.
“I can’t venture to guess at how you’ll use my concoctions, Mari, but I trust that your a very bright and ambitious girl who will make the most out of a good opportunity. Know that I’m here, cheering you on from halfway across the globe.
Sincerely,
Annabel Levite”
Marissa blushed hard as she read through the letter. She couldn’t believe that aunt Anna still remembered the secret she told her when she was sixteen at her grandpa’s birthday party. And what’s worse is that she had the nerve to make fun of her by mail with this elaborate fantasy.
“But—” she said to herself on impulse, and that’s when she looked down one more time into the package and considered: what if it wasn’t a lie.
There were all the vials exactly as her aunt had described. She was curious, she admitted it. And she knew that there was one surefire way to tell if was being messed with. Marissa picked up the one vial with yellowish pink colored liquid inside. It looked like a bottle of peach nectar more than anything and even had the same syrup-like consistency. She had her doubts, but still aimed to try it anyway. After all, she knew that her aunt wasn’t the kind to want to poison her, so she believed that the worst that could happen was nothing.
Marissa pulled out the stopper and held the bottle up to her nose. It smelled almost as sweet as she expected, but there were also undertones of something else pungent which she couldn’t describe. Still feeling confident, she threw back the vial and drank it all in one go. It was bitter, unlike what she expected from the smell, and stung the back of her throat the way that hard liquor usually does. She gagged on it, and was afraid some of it might have gone down the wrong pipe.
“Geez, aunt Anna.” She said after her coughing fit was over. “If you thought getting drunk would help me, you should have just fucking sent me some brand that I know.”
All of a sudden, a wave of fatigue came over her, like she was tired after a long, miserable day of work even though she was well-rested and it was only 15 minutes past 10. Her body quickly grew sluggish and heavy and her head spun like it was warning her she was about to faint. She knew that getting drunk would always make her feel weak, but it was unbelievable that any thing could hit her that rough. With the last of her strength, Marissa staggered back to bed and collapsed into it the moment before she blacked out from whatever was coming over her.