Chapter 1 - Wakey Wakey

It was the daughter, Jenny Sadler, who was the first one to wake up. She felt groggy and had trouble remembering where she was. Her eyes were open, but her vision was blurry. She tried to remember where she was, and why couldn’t she move? The surrounding room appeared to be rather dark. This was not her room. She remembered that they were on a family vacation, but this was not the room of their cabin. The last thing she remembered was going to bed last night. Where was she, why couldn’t she move, and why did she feel so bad.

Slowly, her memories came back to her. She was on a family vacation with her mom, Stacy, her dad, Michael, and her little brother, Danny. She felt cold and uncomfortable. Why can’t she see? All her senses felt off.

Jenny remembered her dad had given her a glass of wine last night. Was this the alcohol? She had wine before, and alcohol had never affected her this way. Her brother Danny had also been allowed a glass of wine, as her dad said it had been a special occasion. After many years of vacationing together, this might be their last one as Jenny had turned eighteen and was going to college. She loved her family but was looking forward to the freedom of college.

Was she still asleep, she wondered? Maybe that’s why she could move. Everything felt so real. Jenny tried to close her mouth, but it didn’t work. Something was preventing her mouth from closing, something rubbery, she thought. And what was the reason she couldn’t move? Her arms and legs felt numb, but that wasn’t it. She felt something on her wrists. Was she handcuffed? And this is not a bed, she thought. She was sitting on the wooden floor in the living room. And she realized why she was cold. She is naked.

Jenny is looking at her hands in the dim light of the room. Her hands are cuffed beside her and attached to a large metal bar that was placed low against the wall. She tried screaming, but the mouthpiece prevented her from doing so. The sound from her mouth was nothing more than a gargle. She could move her legs, but it wasn’t comfortable on the wooden floor. Think, she said to herself. Where am I, and what is happening to me?

She wrecked her brain. Her dad had rented a large house using a rental company on some Caribbean island. Jenny couldn’t remember the name. “So remote,” he had said, “You can shoot a canon.”

The cabin was right on the beach, and it was a beautiful place. Jenny had enjoyed her leisure time with her family, realizing that it was the end of an era. There was no Internet or phone reception outside. Still, inside, it had Wi-Fi, so she could occasionally check in with her friends and stay connected.

That’s when Jenny heard what sounded like a snore. Was there somebody else in the room, she thought?

Jenny looked next to her, and although there was little light, her eyes were getting used to the darkness. She recognized immediately who it was. It was her dad, Michael. He was in a similar position as she was sitting, naked and cuffed to the same metal bar, about six feet away from her.

Jenny started to panic and inhaled sharply but almost choked immediately. As she inhaled, the rubber mouthpiece had released some liquid. It tasted terrible, Jenny thought, and it reminded her of urine. She had no choice but to swallow but had trouble not gagging and was worried she would choke if she threw up.

For sure, her dad would save her, Jenny thought. She looked again at her dad, and even though there was not much light, she could see the panic in his eyes as he stared at his daughter. Jenny realized that he must have just woken up, which was the sound Jenny had heard.

Like Jenny, her dad was trying to make some noise, but she couldn’t understand it as he was wearing a mouthpiece similar to hers. Jenny looked at it. It reminded her of the shape of a penis with a ball sack hanging underneath. The one her dad wore had a strap that went around his head. That explained the pressure she felt on the back of her head and the headache she had.

Panic came over her again, but now it was combined with the embarrassment of being naked in front of her dad. She focused on breathing through her nose as she didn’t want to choke again. Her dad had not seen her naked since she was a very young child. But now, she was sitting naked next to him, with her C-cupped boobs out in the open. She was glad her dad was right next to her instead of in front of her, so he could only see her from her side and just get a side view. She closed her legs a bit tighter.

That’s when she heard the voice of a man, the voice she would never forget.

“Rise and shine. It is time to wake up,” a dark voice said in a very strong accent. The accent was similar to what she had heard all over the island during her stay here. Focusing on the direction the sound came from, she could make out a silhouette of a man sitting on the same couch they had been sitting on last night. It was slightly to the left and in front of her.