Chapter 23: Mission Two

Sarah woke from a light uncomfortable doze when the door opened. Disoriented, she tried to rub her eyes, but quickly discovered that the handcuffs remained securely locked about her wrists. Her body ached from sitting against the post. Rebecca’s chin drooped low, but as the door opened, she woke, too, and stared from her position on the floor as Ivan approached her.

Without a word, Ivan unbuttoned his jeans and lowered them to his knees. His erect penis waved in Rebecca’s face.

“What now? You rape me?” Rebecca asked calmly.

Ivan laughed. “Rape? This is a free love community, and you interrupted my free love earlier. You owe me.”

“If you stick that anywhere near my mouth, I’ll bite it off, fucker.”

Ivan laughed easily. “No problem.” He turned and advanced towards Sarah. “You’ll behave, won’t you?”

Sarah pressed her lips together, painfully aware that her mouth wasn’t the only option available. Other orifices couldn’t be clenched shut. Worse, he could probably make her open her mouth if he wanted. Her hands were cuffed; not much she could do to prevent that.

As he approached Sarah, Rebecca’s resigned voice drifted across the room. “I’ll take care of you. Leave her alone.”

“Rebecca...”

Ivan grinned. Sarah wanted to slap that grin from his ugly face.

“See how easy it is?”

He turned from Sarah and shuffled back to Rebecca. She opened her mouth. Anger burned in her eyes as Ivan used her, but she didn’t cry.

***

“Where are you taking her?”

Ivan had released Rebecca from her post and pulled her roughly to her feet, re-securing her wrists with the handcuffs. Rebecca did nothing to resist.

“This girl needs time in The Box to fix her attitude,” Ivan laughed. “Brady’s still deciding about you.”

Rebecca turned to face Sarah.

“I’ll be fine.” But she looked frightened. “He’s becoming unstable, Sarah. Be careful. And whatever you do, don’t drink the Koolaid. And remember: three days. I love you.”

Sarah didn’t understand all the words, but she understood the gravity of them. And she understood the final three words.

“I love you, too,” Sarah whispered.

Ivan roughly shoved Rebecca toward the door. She stumbled but remained on her feet. She didn’t resist, and together they passed out into the night.

It would be far more than three days before Sarah saw Rebecca again.

***

Sometime in the night, Sarah wakened feeling someone watching her, her body uncomfortable and numb from the hard floor. She slowly opened her eyes to the glaring electric light. Brady’s face swam into focus. The lines from Rebecca’s fingernails decorated his left cheek like a badge of honour. The cuts had stopped bleeding and had been cleaned, but the gouges looked deep and painful. He crouched near her outstretched legs watching her doze. Instinctively, she tried to move her arms, but the cuffs remained solidly about her wrists.

“Ivan wants you in The Box beside Rebecca,” Brady said quietly as Sarah roused. “This all would be so much easier if Rebecca didn’t know about Janet.”

Sarah shrugged. Brady frowned.

“I told Ivan you were loyal, that you loved it here,” Brady said. His voice was conciliatory and calm. She desperately wanted to believe that he was the brave and sensitive prophet that everyone here believed.

He’s becoming unstable. Rebecca’s words echoed in her memory.

“I love it here. I love you,” Sarah replied carefully. She twisted her wrists behind her and flexed her bare toes. Her sex pulsed, especially with Brady’s proximity.

“And you love Rebecca?”