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BrandtI don't think Bill was happy that Stern and I were leaving with his daughter, but he didn't say much. I could see that he was worried about her. I was troubled myself. She was making no effort to engage in the world around her even though her eyes were open now. She had woken while Oscar was holding her and waiting for Stern to arrive with Brody's truck. It was a dual-cab and would have the most room to transport them to Moe's. I was especially happy with the choice when Analiese curled into a fetal position on the bench seat. I hope the doctor was there when we arrived. Maybe he could help figure out why she seemed to be in a fugue state. A loss of memory might even be a good thing in the long run but now it was making me anxious.When Honey and I got together, a stalker (or two) came after me. I was never worried about myself though. I was worried when Honey became embroiled in the whole thing. But with Moe's help, I was able to get her back quickly. Honey, like Kylie, had a t
BrodyWe were all back at Moe's except Stern. He, like me, had had our phones with us the whole time. If we ever became suspects, having an alibi provided by friends and family probably wasn't going to help. At least not against the cold hard facts of phone records. I watched him leave, and I wondered if he was really going home. I saw him go into that room at the end of the hall. He was there for a while, so I followed. I heard him talking to the girl locked in there from my vantage point at the door. I didn't stay to see whether he opened her cage or not. The girl sounded lucid and not harmed by the trauma she must have suffered. At least not enough to not know what she wanted. Her freedom. If Stern was going to give her that, I was going to let him.He had offered marriage as a way to stay in the U.S. That was quite a leap and very surprising. I didn't know him well enough to know why he would offer such a thing. I had no way of knowing whether she would take him up on the offer or
KylieWhen I first woke up, I had the luxury of not remembering yesterday. For about three seconds. Then it all came crashing back. The abduction. The cages. The men who forced us to... My brain shut down. I wasn't ready to analyze those hours spent with them right now. I had a splitting headache, but I wasn't sure why. I had to pee and I was starving.I tried to sit up and my head started throbbing. Why did it hurt so bad? I felt something rub on my thigh and pulled the blankets off enough to see a bandage there. I laid back down even though my bladder felt like it was about to burst. Everything had changed. Yet nothing had. My bed was soft and firm. My comforter smelled like fabric softener and the world outside of this room was still moving. I heard the neighborhood waking up.But I wasn't the same. I had done things. Things I couldn't see myself telling Brody. I wanted to but just the thought of forcing those words out of my mouth was terrifying. One, I would have to relive it. And
KylieIt has been two weeks since I was rescued. I have started to see a therapist. At first, it didn't seem to help, but after a few sessions I did feel a bit lighter. Today had been hard, and I wasn't sure whether I felt better for it or not. I had finally been able to go into some detail about the incident, and I was tired. Emotionally drained.No one wanted to leave me on my own and today was Roberta's turn to babysit me. Don't get me wrong, I was grateful. And in truth, I wasn't ready to be truly alone. I knew that he who shall not be named, was dead, but I still felt anxious. For a lot of reasons. Would the cartel figure out it was the men in my life that had destroyed their operation here? That was a big one, and I couldn't voice that to my therapist either. I had to hold on to it. Maybe I should talk to my dad about it instead. Then I also felt bad for Mom. I had to hide from her the fact that he who shall not be named, was dead. Gone and never coming back. I was thinking that
BrodyIt's only been two weeks, so of course, I am still worried about Kylie. Mom talked with her today, and I'm glad she was able to get a few details from her. It put all of our minds at ease that she was willing to talk, even a little. I did want details of her time at Edgar's, but I also didn't. Kylie had been hurt but, in her own words, it wasn't in the worst way. She and Analiese had been tortured and sexual8ly assaulted. I selfishly wanted her all better right now, but I understood that these types of abuses needed time to heal. I had hope now for her recovery though. I wouldn't put a time limit on how long she needed. But I did wish I had a magic pill that would make everything all better. It killed me that she was hurt at all. It comes back to Stern being in the right place at the right time that we were able to find them before worse things could happen. I couldn't thank the guy enough, but I hadn't seen him lately.In order to be there for Kylie, I did something I had never
KylieI ran back to my room and shut the door behind me. I had followed Brody to the bathroom because I had a question, I guess, I don't remember now. It was a surprise to find him undressed so quickly. It had just been moments since he walked out of my room. He is so fucking beautiful naked. Phenomenal, really. His chest and abs looked sculpted by a master. Even the muscle in his thighs were defined. But he was flesh and blood. His cock was sublime. It stood proudly beneath my gaze. Then he stroked himself slowly, waiting for my reaction. It almost felt like he was treating me like a wounded bird. That made sense in a way. He worked himself, and as he did, he gently and painstakingly brought out my arousal. I couldn't look away. I definitely couldn't walk away. I stepped in and shut the door.I wanted him so badly in those moments, and that hadn't happened in a while. But was it my mind or my pussy that had a 'closed for business' sign? I needed to talk that out with my therapist. But
Warning!! This chapter might be triggering for some. Explicit details of assault. You can continue on to the next chapter, just know that Kylie told Brody everything that happened to her before her rescue.BrodyI had my appointment with the therapist, and she had some great insight into how I might be able to help Kylie. In the short term, one of her suggestions had me pretty excited. Apparently, she had also mentioned this to Kylie, but Kylie had not expressed any interest in it. However, I say the potential for getting out some pent-up emotions was a great idea. There is an actual thing called a rage room. The business will set up a room and let you destroy everything inside. Unfortunately, the closest one to us was in West Palm Beach, which was about an hour away, so not very practical. I talked with Oscar about it. He found a junkyard where he knew a guy that would let the girls take out their rage on an old car. I had sledgehammers in the back of the truck. Oscare was bringing An
Warning!! Kylie has a mental breakdown after her confession to Brody. This might be triggering for some of you. I'm sorry, but I started this, and now I have to finish it.KylieI woke up sometime in the night. I was thirsty and I have to pee. Brody was wrapped around me and that wasn't unusual. What was strange were my surroundings. We were on the new couch in Brody's living room. Then it all flooded back to me. I told him everything. Goosebumps pricked my skin. What if he treated me differently now? What if he didn't want me anymore? I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself, but I couldn't stay in his arms anymore. I was damaged. He wouldn't want me. I didn't want me. Dark thoughts crossed my mind as I struggled to get up and out of his embrace."Kylie?" he asked groggily, but I couldn't look at him. My throat closed and I couldn't speak."Kylie," he said in a firmer tone. "What's wrong?""Bathroom," I muttered as I continued out of the room and down the hallway. I shut the door an
BillI listened at the doorway while Oscar spoke to Analiese. I'm pretty sure he knew I was there. Anyway, the door was open, so he had to know that anyone could hear what they were saying - or what he was saying. He translated everything, being clear and concise with his words and her reactions to what he was saying. I was actually pretty proud of him for proding her. She wasn't comfortable with me right now, and that hurt. I struggled with it at first, but Gloria told me that she was ashamed. My baby had nothing to be ashamed of. They call women the weaker se9x for a reason - and it wasn't for women to get pissed about. It was a fact. Most men were bigger and stronger. Most women couldn't fight them off. Facts. Unfortunately, some very evil men had used that strength against her. I didn't blame her for that. I blamed myself. I think we all did.Every single man that went on the rescue mission was pissed as fuc9k. Some of us were able to take out that rage on the men who had orchestr
OscarWhen we arrived at their house, Bill made himself scarce. Again, I was surprised, but Gloria said Ana needed a bath and I guess Bill didn't want to be a part of that. It definitely would have been awkward for him to hang around for bath time.I followed Gloria down the hallway to the bathroom. As she started filling the tub with warm water, she chattered to Ana as she did so, as if Ana was going to speak back to her. It was probably the best strategy, acting as if everything was okay, when nothing was. Can you imagine another scenario where Ana's mom and I would be in the bathroom together, with Ana between us? No? Right, me neither. I didn't dwell on the awkward situation, though. I just waited patiently, with Ana in my arms. The bathroom started to get warm as I leaned against the wall. It had been a hard, strenuous day and my strength was lagging. I guess I need to work on my stamina at the gym from now on.When the tub was full enough for Gloria, she indicated for me to put
OscarWe had to carry Edgar to the cars. It was only about half a mile, but it was a real pain in the as8s. He had broken his leg when he fell over the wall and though none of us wanted to touch him, we did. We grabbed his arms and uninjured leg and lugged his annoying as9s. Brody or I could have carried him in a fireman's hold, but I didn't want him touching any part of me. I don't think the other guys did either. He was evil personified, and it was bad enough just touching one of his limbs.We threw him in the trunk and oh, shi8t...."Hey Moe. To make it believable that he left on his own, we should take his car too," I blurted out as soon as I thought of it.Surprise flashed across Moe's face. There were nine of us, but not one of us had thought of that little fact. We had been kinda busy planning a rescue, cleaning a crime scene and whatnot, right?"Where are his keys?" Moe asked the group, in his usual no-nonsense manner. We almost fu8cked up but we could fix it.."We emptied his
AnalieseRescue. It was a foggy thought in the back of my mind where I was hidden like a game of peek-a-boo. Now you see me, now you don't.I heard gunfire and I knew the guys were here, finally. My brain woke up a little, but then the sounds of wood breaking and thuds from the hallway reverberated in my ears. I let myself slip away again as I lay perfectly still. I knew things were happening in the house, but I was lost in a corner of my mind again. Where I was safe. I didn't react when the door of the room we were in thundered open. A dull thud as something hit the floor and more gunfire. Another thud. Voices. Was someone speaking to me? It didn't matter. I wasn't really present. I didn't want to be.I slipped away again when the metal of the cage I was in rattled. The lock was disengaged. Someone was nearby. I knew it, but I couldn't bring myself to wonder who it was. If it was those mean men again, I needed to stay hidden in my mind. I had been violated, and I wouldn't survive if
OscarMoe was in the zone. His only child was in that room unconscious, but he had tucked that into a corner of his mind so that we could finish the mission. I had to do that too. Compartmentalize, I think it was called. I tucked Ana into a corner of my mind, even though it caused my heart to constrict. I had to listen to the instructions that would keep us all free men. We were never here. Neither were Kylie or Analiese.I told myself that but then my mind started to wander. I snapped out of it when he asked how many bodies were downstairs. I gave him my account and tried to stay present. It was one of the hardest things I'd ever done. I just wanted to get back to Ana. I never wanted to let her go again.Moe gave everyone instructions, even me. Brody and I were to get the girls and take them downstairs to wait for Stern to come with the truck. Others were working on clean-up. I tossed out that I had touched the garage door downstairs and the locks on the back door. Bill nodded. I wat
OscarSince I had stepped back after breaking the glass in the window and flipping the locks, I was last through the door. Bill, Chuck and Stern crashed through and almost immediately I heard an exchange of gun fire. I ducked low and came through with my gun pointed straight out in front of me. I didn't want to accidentally hit one of my team, but as Moe taught us, this was tactical. I had to be ready to use the gun in my hand. I had never done this shi8t before and was out of my element, but I was a good shot at the gun range, though that was target shooting. We were now shooting to kill. This whole thing was fu8cked.I did as Moe taught us. I assessed the situation. Bill and Chuck were hovering over two bodies that were now lying on the kitchen floor. One guy never even got his gun out. I could see that they had the scene well under control, two men were down and blood was already pooling thickly on the kitchen tiles.I heard more gunfire upstairs. Brody, Brandt, Moe and Daniel were
AnalieseKylie and I were having a great day. The sun was shining and the breeze off the ocean felt heavenly. It was our first day of hanging out since the incident. We went into so many shops, sometimes just browsing, other times we bought something. Then we stopped for lunch a little before noon. We came out with drinks and sandwiches prepared to sit at one of the little tables on the sidewalk in front of the shop.Kylie wanted to know what was going on with me and Oscar. I was wondering how much to tell her. I mean I wasn't ashamed, it was just new to talk about. How do I describe the se8x we have been having? And the kinks? Because Oscar had multiple. I knew she was a Brat and that Brody had a brat kink. How could he not, being attracted to Kylie all these years? But I didn't know all the details of their relationship and I didn't need to know. It was nice having a friend that was into the same things. It felt freeing in a way, even though I don't think I would tell her...everythi
OscarIt has been three weeks since Ana and Kylie were kidnapped. There had been no word about Edgar and everyone was breathing a sigh of relief. I had my doubts that he was gone for good, but what could I do? I was dropping Ana off to visit Kylie today. They were going to go downtown and frequent some of the shops there. Probably get lunch. Have a fun girls' day.I was going to head to the gym and try to settle my nerves. I need to get my mind off my girl and the danger she could still be in. I felt like my hands were tied and I didn't like it. How was I supposed to protect her from the unknown? My dominant nature was barely harnessed. I wanted to keep her locked up and safe with me at all times. Instead, I left her at Kylie's. Kissing her roughly, I said goodbye and whispered my love for her. I kept my worries to myself.Ana and I spent every moment we could together. I didn't get a full eight hours of sleep most days, but it was worth it. We sneaked off to my apartment on the days
AnalieseOscar brought me back home before he went to work. He grabbed a black shirt that he needed and went to go change in the bathroom across from my room. I would have liked to have followed him down the hall, but Mom was in the kitchen figuring out what she was going to make for dinner. Open the freezer, check the fridge, check the cabinets. She started pulling things out"Is Oscar going to eat dinner with us?" she asked as she got pots and pans out of the cabinets."If it can be done in about forty-five minutes. If not, he'll grab something at his parents' restaurant," I assumed."I think I can have it ready in about twenty minutes. Your dad is working late for a change. There is a big county commissioner's meeting that he has to attend."I perched on one of the stools to watch her work. If she needs my help, she'll let me know."What's the deal with the meeting?" My dad had to sit in on all large construction projects in the city and the surrounding county."Some big developer