Chapter 7: Permanently Trapped as a Sexual Slave

It had been four weeks since that horrible weekend. Lisa still hadn't left the house. In fact, she hadn't even left the guest room, while Brian was at home for the first four days after her ordeal. He knew she had left the room when he was at work, he could see the dirty dishes piled up in the sink each day when he came home. He also noticed that the phone in the kitchen had been ripped off the wall.

For those first four days, she hadn't spoken to him, or even acknowledged his existence, she just stayed in the guest room with the door shut and locked. Each night when he returned home from work, he would sit outside the door talking to her, begging her for her forgiveness. By Tuesday, he had confessed to everything, including his infidelity with Megan. Lisa didn't respond at all she just sat in there silently in the room. On Wednesday he cooked a large dinner and tried to tempt her out with it, but she still resisted. Finally on Thursday he broke down, and began to cry, telling her that she could divorce him and keep the house as well as their savings, he would give her everything. He told her of his thoughts about killing himself, so that she would feel better.

Some time after he had cried himself to sleep, outside of her door, Lisa opened the door, crept out to her sleeping husband, and kicked him in his groin, with all of her might. Brian stunned and crippled by the blow, lay there, doubled over and unable to talk. Standing over him, she looked down at him with some small sense of satisfaction, and just glared at him. Finally able to speak, Brian said, "Please forgive me. I love you so much!"

Lisa still emotionally drained from the events of the past weekend, collapsed to her knees in front of him, sobbing, with her face in her hands. They sat there together and cried for hours, Brian apologizing over and over again for their situation. He called in sick the next day, so that he and Lisa could discuss their situation. Lisa was still unsure if she could go on being Mrs. Brian Brennan, but she was sure of one thing, she couldn't continue to live here in this house, this neighborhood. She wanted to move away, far away, to a different city, a different state, her parents had moved to Arizona a year ago and she was thinking about joining them there.

For the next three weeks, while she was at home, and Brian was at work, she would clean and pack up their belongings, in preparation of their move. After two weeks of Brian's begging and pleading, she had agreed to give their marriage another chance, although she still slept in the guest room, not letting Brian touch her. It seemed like the only real choice, considering what she had already been through for her marriage. She slept with her clothes on, and refused to answer the phone or door at anytime, fearful of whom she may come in contact with, still unable to trust anyone. Brian brought home boxes from work every night, and Lisa would pack them up the following day, throwing anything away that might remind her of her ordeal.

At this point, she was still unable to tell her husband of the things that she had done, or that had been done to her, that weekend. On the third week after they had decided to move to Arizona, to be closer to Lisa's parents, Brian contacted the local real-estate office. Unaware that Mr. Jenkins had been a part of Lisa's ordeal. Lisa hadn't considered that it was Mr. Jenkins's office that would be handling the sale of their home.

The day looked promising, one of the janitors at Brian's office had come and told him that they had three dozen large, sturdy boxes on the dock in the back of the building. The only catch was, that if he didn't get the boxes off the dock by noon, then he said he would have to tear them up and throw them away because they where getting a delivery, and would need the space. Brian took a break, and loaded all of the boxes that would fit into the back of his car. Unfortunately that was less than a third of what was on the dock. Anyone who's ever moved, knows that you can never get enough boxes.

Knowing this and hating to see the rest go to waste, Brian called Lisa on her new cell phone. He had just gotten it for her, since she refused to answer their published home phone. In fact he had only convinced her to answer the cell phone, by telling her that way he could contact her about the house, and when people may come over to look at it. It was only because of her desire to leave this god awful place, that she had agreed to come and get the boxes from Brian's place of work. She still had an enormous amount of packing to do.

Brian had convinced her that it would be safe. Last week he had moved her car into the garage, since she hadn't used it in a month. All she had to do was go to the dock in the back, where he would be waiting, help him load the boxes and then go home. The only person that she would come into contact with, would be himself. She showed up, they loaded the boxes, and she returned home to unload the boxes and then went back for more. The operation went off without a hitch, the only person that she had even seen, was Andy across the street washing his new car.

Lisa returned home, and resumed packing, happy that all had gone well, and without an incident. It gave her the hope that someday her life might return to normal. Brian had gone back to work, happy to see his wife finally leave the house.

Just after twelve, he got an e-mail asking him to meet Mr. Kelly in his office in fifteen minutes. Happy, thinking that it would be the news that his transfer request, to move to the company's Phoenix office had been approved, he headed to Mr. Kelly's office. As he approached his boss's office door Mr. Kelly came walking out, looking at Brian, as he angrily muttered "Walk with me Brian."

Oh no! Mr. Kelly was in one of his moods! What have I done now? Brian fell in behind him, following his boss as he walked out to the employee parking lot and directly to Brian's car, where they were met by Officer Johnson. Mr. Kelly turned, and glaring at Brian, and spat "Would you care to explain yourself Mr. Brennan?" Pointing to the computer boxes stacked in Brian's car.

Relieved Brain said "Sure, there just some empty boxes I was taking home, the wife and I are moving to Arizona."

"Really then you won't mind unlocking the door and letting us have a look at them then will you?" Mr. Kelly was screaming now, enraged with his employee. Not sure what the problem was Brian quickly complied unlocking the door, allowing Officer Johnson to pull one of the computer boxes out. He placed it on the ground, pulled his knife out, cut the box open, and lifted the flaps revealing a brand new computer inside of the box.

"What the fuck!" Brain said as he stared inside the box. "No this is wrong! All of the boxes that I took were empty!"

As he said it Brian began to think back to when he had loaded the boxes, it was strange that they were all empty, yet had been re-taped shut.

"Don't you mean the boxes that you and your WIFE stole! You've tried to steal over a hundred thousand dollars from this company. Well I am not going to let you get away with it. Officer arrest this man." Mr. Kelly ordered.

As Brian's hands where handcuffed behind his back, by Officer Johnson, Mr. Kelly told him to bring him back up to his office, so that he could give the officer the surveillance tape of Brain and his wife loading the computers into their cars.

Brian had tried to explain himself, even as the officer read him his rights. He was then told to shut up, as he was taken back through the building to Mr. Kelly's Office. Once there, Mr. Kelly played the tape for the officer. Pausing it at point's, to show him the faces of the people loading the boxes. It was very clear that both Brian and his wife were the culprits. Mr. Kelly then gave the officer the invoice for the newly received computer servers, showing that they had a value of over a hundred thousand dollars.

The officer then turned to Brian, and still without giving him an opportunity to explain the situation asked him. "So Mr. Brennan, was that you and your wife on the tape loading the boxes into your cars?"

"Yes, but the boxes..." he started to say, but was cut off by the officer.

Officer Johnson then turned to Mr. Kelly and said, "Well with the video and his confession here, I would say that this is an open and shut case. Both him and his wife will be going to jail for a long time."

"No, you don't understand, the boxes that we loaded didn't have..." But once again he was cut off, as Mr. Kelly said to the officer, "Could I speak to him privately, before you take him downtown and book him and his wife?"

"Sure, I'll be right outside, filling out my report. I will need a copy of that tape as evidence sir." He replied.

"Sure officer, I'll get you one. Now if you'll give us just a few minutes."

The officer, after insuring that Brian's cuffs were secure, stepped out of the office and closed the door.

"You know Brian, I always thought that you had a promising future here, and then a couple of months ago, your work began to suffer. Then I got your request for a transfer. I was surprised, I thought you and your wife were happy here. But nothing could have prepared me for what I saw on that screen today." Mr. Kelly said.

"Sir, I swear we didn't steal anything. Those boxes were empty. We've been set up!" Brian pleaded with him.

"Oh Brian, between the tape from the dock, and the one from the camera in the parking lot. Not to mention your confession to the officer, I don't see how anyone is going to believe you. Even though it is the truth." Brian's jaw dropped at his employer's confession.