nowhere, he pulled up to a two-story, white house
and said, “Welcome home.”
“You have a place in the middle of nowhere? How
lovely.” No one would be able to mistake the sarcasm dripping from her
voice.
“Put a lid on it and get inside.”
Inside,
she looked around the furnished residence. The place was simple and modest and
nicely decorated. She went to the back of the house into the large kitchen.
“There’s no phone anywhere,” she stated with concern. “What if
there’s an emergency? What if I want to call home?”
“We don’t need a phone,” he replied. “I have my ways of contacting
people. This is your home now a nd,
like I told you before, your family doesn’t expect to hear from you. In a few
days, I’ll let you use my communication device to contact
them. As for an emergency, there won’t be any.”
How could he possibly know there won’t be any problems? “How far
are we from anywhere?” Distressed about her new residence and phoneless
situation, she shuddered. Outside the long, vertical windows of the breakfast
nook, all she could see was the Nevada desert landscape and a few pine trees in
the distance. If she escaped, she’d most likely end up dead out there.
“You don’t have to worry your pretty little head about that. But
since you’re wondering, we’re several miles from… How you put it? Anywhere.”
“Well, okay.” Hope continued to stare out the window at the open
terrain. “But what do you expect me to do out here while you’re off doing
whatever it is you do? There’s no phone, no television, no computer.”
“I’ll pick up some stuff for you. For now, go take a shower while
I make dinner. There should be some clothes on the bed, a white blouse and gray
wool skirt. Put them on and join me here when you’re done.”
The meal he prepared was a bright point in the otherwise horrible
past few days. She munched happily on the bruschetta appetizer which was divine, as was the main course of
lasagna, even though they came from the boxes that littered the counter top. He
had supplied a fresh container of the cider to go with the food a nd,
even though she tried not to drink too much, he kept filling her glass.
She sipped on the sweet drink and became disorientated. In her
haze, the words Buzz spoke in his low, sultry voice came through as if she were
in a dream. As he droned on, she began to make out what he said and realized he
was serious, her predicament was real.
“…bondage. You’re not to speak unless spoken to. You will answ er me with yes, love and no,
love. You will wear the clothes I set out for you, no more a nd no less. I expect you to submit to me and obey me in all
matters without question, lest you be punished. I may feel the need to punish
you anyway, if only to remind you of your place. You will feel no need to
venture from this house, or to call anyone, or to have any friends. Do you
understand?”
What the hell? Bondage? Submission? Have I ended
up with a sadist? She wanted to shake her head, but in her groggy, hypnosis-like
state, she ended up nodding.
“Good. Now remove your shirt and bra. I wish to look upon you as I
finish my meal.”
She unbuttoned the blouse she wore and took it off along with her
bra and laid the items in her lap. Buzz smiled at her for the first time in
days, and responding on autopilot, she smiled back.
PART THREE
Faith’s Dreams
Chapter
Seven
Faith’s
parents’ house was subdued, the shades drawn against the mountain vista, making
the atmosphere within dark, quiet and somber.
When
Tavis had heard the news of Hope’s abduction, he’d hurried over to the house.
Of course they all thought he was someone else—a thespian named Big T who had
to cover his face with thick pancake makeup.
The
deception suited him and Alden. There was something funky going on with the
game. The fewer people who knew who he was, the better. He’d be able to work to discover what was going on. As for Alden, he
and said, “Welcome home.”
“You have a place in the middle of nowhere? How
lovely.” No one would be able to mistake the sarcasm dripping from her
voice.
“Put a lid on it and get inside.”
Inside,
she looked around the furnished residence. The place was simple and modest and
nicely decorated. She went to the back of the house into the large kitchen.
“There’s no phone anywhere,” she stated with concern. “What if
there’s an emergency? What if I want to call home?”
“We don’t need a phone,” he replied. “I have my ways of contacting
people. This is your home now a nd,
like I told you before, your family doesn’t expect to hear from you. In a few
days, I’ll let you use my communication device to contact
them. As for an emergency, there won’t be any.”
How could he possibly know there won’t be any problems? “How far
are we from anywhere?” Distressed about her new residence and phoneless
situation, she shuddered. Outside the long, vertical windows of the breakfast
nook, all she could see was the Nevada desert landscape and a few pine trees in
the distance. If she escaped, she’d most likely end up dead out there.
“You don’t have to worry your pretty little head about that. But
since you’re wondering, we’re several miles from… How you put it? Anywhere.”
“Well, okay.” Hope continued to stare out the window at the open
terrain. “But what do you expect me to do out here while you’re off doing
whatever it is you do? There’s no phone, no television, no computer.”
“I’ll pick up some stuff for you. For now, go take a shower while
I make dinner. There should be some clothes on the bed, a white blouse and gray
wool skirt. Put them on and join me here when you’re done.”
The meal he prepared was a bright point in the otherwise horrible
past few days. She munched happily on the bruschetta appetizer which was divine, as was the main course of
lasagna, even though they came from the boxes that littered the counter top. He
had supplied a fresh container of the cider to go with the food a nd,
even though she tried not to drink too much, he kept filling her glass.
She sipped on the sweet drink and became disorientated. In her
haze, the words Buzz spoke in his low, sultry voice came through as if she were
in a dream. As he droned on, she began to make out what he said and realized he
was serious, her predicament was real.
“…bondage. You’re not to speak unless spoken to. You will answ er me with yes, love and no,
love. You will wear the clothes I set out for you, no more a nd no less. I expect you to submit to me and obey me in all
matters without question, lest you be punished. I may feel the need to punish
you anyway, if only to remind you of your place. You will feel no need to
venture from this house, or to call anyone, or to have any friends. Do you
understand?”
What the hell? Bondage? Submission? Have I ended
up with a sadist? She wanted to shake her head, but in her groggy, hypnosis-like
state, she ended up nodding.
“Good. Now remove your shirt and bra. I wish to look upon you as I
finish my meal.”
She unbuttoned the blouse she wore and took it off along with her
bra and laid the items in her lap. Buzz smiled at her for the first time in
days, and responding on autopilot, she smiled back.
PART THREE
Faith’s Dreams
Chapter
Seven
Faith’s
parents’ house was subdued, the shades drawn against the mountain vista, making
the atmosphere within dark, quiet and somber.
When
Tavis had heard the news of Hope’s abduction, he’d hurried over to the house.
Of course they all thought he was someone else—a thespian named Big T who had
to cover his face with thick pancake makeup.
The
deception suited him and Alden. There was something funky going on with the
game. The fewer people who knew who he was, the better. He’d be able to work to discover what was going on. As for Alden, he
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