Helped To Escape

I don’t remember drifting off, nor do I remember hearing any sounds on the stairs. The only thing I knew was the two poles were slid out of my holes and a soft voice was trying to find out if i was alright. I was helped up into a sitting position as my eyes focused in on what was going on around me. As they focused, I saw a blonde. A little younger than me, a concerned look in her eyes.

“I swear my brother can be a real asshole at times, but this takes the prize!”

The blonde moved me so I was propped up by a pole from ceiling to floor. Then she went around and found everything but my bra and panties. Well at least I would be able to cover up before the three of them came back down. That was when I learnt that the blonde had a different idea. After returning my clothes she stood guard as I dressed, then she helped me up the stairs.

Out of the basement, she took me to the side door and helped me to leave the house. She got me an old boy’s bike that was still in working order and gave me directions back to the shopping center so I could get the other bike and possessions not found. I whispered a thank you to her in case one of the guys heard me talking, then I took off for my gear.

Thirty minutes later I found my gear and the better bike, so I left the boy’s bike against the garbage bins and took off along the main street until it crossed a road that went east and west. I was told that east just led to a housing community, the west eventually led to another town called Bradeon. So taking a west turn I went as fast as I could pedal westward away from where I been.

It was super early in the morning, so traffic was dead, an occasional car passed me going towards where I had been. No traffic passed me by going into Bradeon. As it was, the sun was just beginning to rise as I came across the sign announcing entering Bradeon.

I stayed on the main road, hoping to find someplace I could hide and hopefully get some more rest. Then I saw a combination garage/diner/motel with a lot of motorcycles around it. In the window was a help wanted sign. I thought if nothing else. Maybe I could get hired long enough to make a few dollars to get at least something to eat and drink.

Like the naive fool I was, I hung around until the place opened and a bunch of hairy fat guys dressed in leather and jeans came out. I waited until they got on their motorcycles and left before going to the diner. There was no one inside besides a woman in her late forties in a white shirt and red skirt.

“Can I help you honey?”