came with nothing but the clothes on their backs.
Karen went to buy some groceries. She passed by the brown rice section and was tempted to buy some just to spite Noah.
Here’s brown rice and grass stalks for you, my beloved tiger, while Kitty and I will have sirloin steak and roasted potatoes.
She relented, however, and bought some steaks for everyone.
Then she went down to the basement parking lot to load her bags into her car, an old Volvo. They lived frugally but comfortably, as befitting a family in hiding.
Kitty was in her push-buggy. She crammed a lollipop into her mouth.
The squeal of tires next to her made Karen turn. A black van screeched to a halt next to the Volvo. The back doors of the van opened. Two men got out.
“Get in,” said one of them, grabbing her arm.
“What?”
The other man grabbed Kitty’s buggy.
“Don’t hurt her!” Karen yelled.
Kitty twisted her head and took her lollipop out of her mouth. She looked impossibly innocent.
“Then come quietly. If you scream, we will hurt your daughter.”
Karen clammed up. She looked frantically around, but there was no one in this section of the parking lot.
The next few moments passed in a whirl. Karen and Kitty were bundled into the back of the van. Kitty started to cry. The two men got in, and the van drove off.
Karen picked Kitty up and stroked her back of her head, the way Kitty liked to be comforted.
“Sssh, honey, sssh. It’ll be alright.” She didn’t want the crying to antagonize the men. Some people weren’t good with children that way.
She studied the men. They were local. She was aware that kidnapping happened fairly often, and that the locals sometimes demanded ransoms. But she didn’t think this was one of those cases.
She said, “Are you going to tell me where we’re going?”
The men kept silent.
“Who ordered this?” she asked again.
No answer.
Fine. Have it your way. She hugged Kitty to her pregnant belly and kept quiet the rest of the way.
REUNION
Karen knew who it was going to be even before she saw him.
The van did not stop until an hour later. She figured that they were going deep into some estate. There were a lot of places that you could lose yourself on this island – jungles, cliffs, caves, fields of paddy stalks that were as tall as a boy.
The van finally rolled to a stop. The engine was still purring when one of the men in the back got up to unlock the door. Bright sunlight streamed in. Karen held her hand up to shield her eyes. She squinted.
“Hello, Karen,” said a familiar voice.
Her heart skipped a beat. She had hoped never to see him again. But of course, he sometimes plagued her dreams.
Karen, suck my dick.
Karen, you’re such a doormat. You deserve to be punished .
There he was, standing outside the back of the van. Zach looked visibly older, to her surprise. But he was still magnificent. There were new creases around his eyes. His chin wore a new crescent shaped scar. Job hazard, she presumed. He towered over the local goons he had hired.
“There you are, little flower. Only you’re not little anymore, are you?”
To think that she had once loved him.
She hung on to Kitty. “Please, Zach. Don’t hurt her.”
Don’t hurt both my babies.
Zach eyed Kitty with interest. “She’s his, I presume?”
Fear blossomed in the pit of her stomach. “Don’t you dare hurt her.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t hurt her.” Zach crept closer. She could smell his aftershave. He had changed the brand as well. It used to be Polo Ralph Lauren. It was what she had always bought him when she went to JC Penney’s in town. But now he made her skin crawl.
He lifted a hand to stroke Kitty’s cheek. “Beautiful. She could have been mine.”
Maybe. If you hadn’t put me on the pill so that I could be your slave .
Zach always did have a cruel streak in him. She remembered all the times he had struck her buttocks for the sheer pleasure of hearing her scream and watching her soft, white skin
Karen went to buy some groceries. She passed by the brown rice section and was tempted to buy some just to spite Noah.
Here’s brown rice and grass stalks for you, my beloved tiger, while Kitty and I will have sirloin steak and roasted potatoes.
She relented, however, and bought some steaks for everyone.
Then she went down to the basement parking lot to load her bags into her car, an old Volvo. They lived frugally but comfortably, as befitting a family in hiding.
Kitty was in her push-buggy. She crammed a lollipop into her mouth.
The squeal of tires next to her made Karen turn. A black van screeched to a halt next to the Volvo. The back doors of the van opened. Two men got out.
“Get in,” said one of them, grabbing her arm.
“What?”
The other man grabbed Kitty’s buggy.
“Don’t hurt her!” Karen yelled.
Kitty twisted her head and took her lollipop out of her mouth. She looked impossibly innocent.
“Then come quietly. If you scream, we will hurt your daughter.”
Karen clammed up. She looked frantically around, but there was no one in this section of the parking lot.
The next few moments passed in a whirl. Karen and Kitty were bundled into the back of the van. Kitty started to cry. The two men got in, and the van drove off.
Karen picked Kitty up and stroked her back of her head, the way Kitty liked to be comforted.
“Sssh, honey, sssh. It’ll be alright.” She didn’t want the crying to antagonize the men. Some people weren’t good with children that way.
She studied the men. They were local. She was aware that kidnapping happened fairly often, and that the locals sometimes demanded ransoms. But she didn’t think this was one of those cases.
She said, “Are you going to tell me where we’re going?”
The men kept silent.
“Who ordered this?” she asked again.
No answer.
Fine. Have it your way. She hugged Kitty to her pregnant belly and kept quiet the rest of the way.
REUNION
Karen knew who it was going to be even before she saw him.
The van did not stop until an hour later. She figured that they were going deep into some estate. There were a lot of places that you could lose yourself on this island – jungles, cliffs, caves, fields of paddy stalks that were as tall as a boy.
The van finally rolled to a stop. The engine was still purring when one of the men in the back got up to unlock the door. Bright sunlight streamed in. Karen held her hand up to shield her eyes. She squinted.
“Hello, Karen,” said a familiar voice.
Her heart skipped a beat. She had hoped never to see him again. But of course, he sometimes plagued her dreams.
Karen, suck my dick.
Karen, you’re such a doormat. You deserve to be punished .
There he was, standing outside the back of the van. Zach looked visibly older, to her surprise. But he was still magnificent. There were new creases around his eyes. His chin wore a new crescent shaped scar. Job hazard, she presumed. He towered over the local goons he had hired.
“There you are, little flower. Only you’re not little anymore, are you?”
To think that she had once loved him.
She hung on to Kitty. “Please, Zach. Don’t hurt her.”
Don’t hurt both my babies.
Zach eyed Kitty with interest. “She’s his, I presume?”
Fear blossomed in the pit of her stomach. “Don’t you dare hurt her.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t hurt her.” Zach crept closer. She could smell his aftershave. He had changed the brand as well. It used to be Polo Ralph Lauren. It was what she had always bought him when she went to JC Penney’s in town. But now he made her skin crawl.
He lifted a hand to stroke Kitty’s cheek. “Beautiful. She could have been mine.”
Maybe. If you hadn’t put me on the pill so that I could be your slave .
Zach always did have a cruel streak in him. She remembered all the times he had struck her buttocks for the sheer pleasure of hearing her scream and watching her soft, white skin
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