8
798words
"Miss, don't be afraid. I just saw two men walking over, laughing and smiling. They looked like trouble."
"Did they tie you up here? Don't worry, I'll get you down."
An elderly woman walking her dog in the park found me. She helped me down, sternly advising me to always call the police if I encountered bad people, and asked if I'd been tricked.
I thanked her for her kindness. Listening to her chatter, a vague suspicion began forming in my mind.
All at once, questions I'd pushed aside came flooding back.
The PI mysteriously sending that audio then disappearing. Could security at an exclusive club really manhandle guests like that? Leo just happening to be in the closet at the same time.
And would I really crave a man 24/7 just from a video or audio clip?
I crouched low, hiding in the bushes, and overheard John and Leo talking.
In their conversation, Leo was bowing and scraping to John, calling him "Mr. Wright" over and over.
They knew each other all along!
"So, how's my wife? Quite the little slut now, isn't she?"
"Mr. Wright, you know my skills! I could make a nun beg for it! Besides, your wife... she's a natural-born freak."
John laughed heartily at that.
"Mr. Wright, how much longer we gotta train her? Honestly, I'm getting kinda fond of her."
"Don't even think about it. You get your fun, that's it. But don't worry, once I'm bored with her, I'll dump her at the club. You can have your fill then."
Hearing this, my body trembled uncontrollably. I felt all my blood freeze solid.
The cold autumn wind whipped around me like a vengeful ghost, threatening to swallow me whole.
I crouched down, my hands shaking as I pulled out my phone.
I was ice-cold, my heart pounding like it wanted to break out of my chest.
My emotions screamed at me to run, to escape, to find somewhere to hide and lick my wounds, to leave this nightmare behind.
But rationality held me there, forcing me to hit record, to capture their vile conversation, their entire twisted plan for me.
I needed to wake up. To pull myself together.
To reclaim the life I'd let slip away.
John finished a cigarette. Leo immediately lit another for him.
Through the haze of smoke, I heard John's smug voice.
"All women are sluts deep down. Always putting on airs in bed before, getting an attitude if I asked her to call me Master."
"Your idea was brilliant. Lets me screw around openly, and turns my wife into an obedient little b**ch."
"Once you've fully broken her into my slave, I'll get all those shares from her. By then, I'll be bored with her, she'll be useless, getting old. I'll just kick her to the curb! And she'll still come crawling back, grateful for any scrap I throw her!"
"You're the genius, Mr. Wright! I just know a few tricks. You should've felt it, Mr. Wright, back in the woods, when your wife recognized your voice... she clenched down so tight my fingers went numb! Your wife is something else!"
"Damn right! I've been slipping her that special mix from the club every day. You think she'd be this desperate otherwise? You got off easy, you lucky bastard..."
It was all a conspiracy! A carefully orchestrated nightmare!
They finished their cigarettes and headed back. I immediately silenced my phone and sprinted back to the car.
Stay calm! I had to stay calm!
I needed to get home, find proof of those drugs, then I could truly bring John down!
Luckily, both men thought I was completely broken. Leo barely glanced at me before driving me home.
When I got home, John was in bed, pretending to be asleep.
He heard me come in and mumbled a drowsy, "Hey, babe..."
He sounded like a python, slowly coiling around me, waiting to crush me.
Thank God the lights were off. He couldn't see the cold sweat on my brow.
All he could hear was my voice, strained but steady, pretending everything was fine.
My nerves had been shot, I'd been relying on sleeping pills. Just to be safe, I slipped two into John's water.
Once I was sure John was out cold, I got up. Summoning every ounce of strength, I started my search for evidence.
Thank God. My luck finally turned.
I found it all in his study. The bottles of liquid he'd been doping me with. And a whole trove of evidence of his other illegal activities.
Without a moment's hesitation, I dialed the police.
"Hello, I need to report a crime..."
Time to send these monsters where they belong. And finally, finally, my world would be wide open and free again.
