A Chef's Journey
Copyright© 2008 by Allan Joyal
Chapter 3
Rebecca — Missing a Brother
I ended up spending nearly a week in the hospital, and as soon as I was released, the authorities send me to counseling. George was going to permanently lose the use of his cock due to my attack, but as evidence piled in, the DA had decided not to waste time pressing charges against me for my attack. Photos from the scene with my face bruised by Tamara's fists and splattered by George's cum existed, which made it extremely unlikely that any jury would convict me. He had insisted on counseling, and my father agreed completely.
Yes, Albert O'Neill had actually taken a leave of absence to care for his adopted daughter. He could only stay a couple months, but he spared no expense on my recovery or counseling. Nor did he stint on trying to find Jason. Unfortunately, his car had seemingly vanished, and other than a single withdrawal from his bank account the morning after I had attacked the Fosters, there was no record of him anywhere. The authorities even added him to the list of missing and possibility enslaved persons they were making using the old computer records of George and Tamara.
Yes, I did write enslaved. It turns out that George was not exactly lying when he described the job; he just neglected to mention that those rare and hard to find items were specially conditioned sex slaves. The DA admitted that it appears that two other girls from Phoenix had fallen into the Fosters' trap. Unfortunately, George and Tamara already sold off these girls and spirited them to the buyers. The DA had turned over what information he had on the girls to the State Department and FBI, but I heard one of the investigators say that the odds of getting the girls back was low.
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