Not in a good place

I laid her down in the bath as I washed off the blood and sweat from her body, gently. Her arms and legs were still zip-tied, but her mask was removed. She didn't scream, didn't beg, didn't say a word. We were in the middle of nowhere, an unused cabin hundreds of miles away in rural Nevada. She just looked at me with hatred, a little sadness, but hatred.

I laid her down in the bed not much later, as I released her legs and handcuffed them to the end posts. Her emotions were vacant now as I fucked her on the bed, husband and wife together again, but I had to get the adrenaline out of my system somehow. I smoked a cigarette in silence, my bespoiled bride aside me, staring at the ceiling fan, when the door knocked and startled us both.

"Jesus, Haze," I said as I let in the young woman who had dyed her hair auburn and was now sporting thick sunglasses. "Did I do good, sir?" she said, in earnest, handing me the bag of essentials. "Yeah, yeah, sugar. All the right stuff," I said, giving her a kiss as she beamed in accomplishment. A woman like her gets off on completing tasks, I reckon.

I grabbed the new burner phone from the bag and sifted through the petty cash I had left as Hazel looked in hatred towards Karen. Karen was a rival for my affections, and I'd have to be careful to stop Hazel from doing something rash, now that she had a taste for blood.

"Cho," I said, contacting my contact with the Triads. "How's the processing going?" I quickly spin Hazel into the other room as I caress her supple ass. She treats any sign of affection as the purest of love.

Cho goes on about struggles with a few of the girls, and how the intake was far less than I promised. "It's not my fault you went in guns-a-blazin'. If you had waited the 48 hours like I said, the entire family would've been **** out of their minds, and we could take them one-by-one."

I was upset, to say the least, at what happened to my family and Karen's. The whole plan involved me seducing Karen a bit, but when Cho's people stepped up the timeline, I had to get out of dodge quickly just to save Karen, Cindy, and especially Hazel. My meal ticket and the lynchpin of this whole operation. What happened with Hazel's sister and father was a fucking disaster.

But I owed the Triads way too much to object to their plans, and they let me survive so far with most of my toes intact. Unlike other creditors, they knew right away the power I had in manipulating and controlling my EDP son.

I say a few choice words to Cho, mainly to remind him not to touch my daughter. She's collateral and I'll shortly have the funds to purchase her back and pay off my debts. The eight or nine sex slaves they collected wasn't going to be enough. He tells me that they've already fucked her, but they were gentle. Fuckin' chinks, I said, silently so Cho couldn't hear.

I walk back into the room with Hazel in tow as I stared down at my naked wife, splayed out for all to see while chained to the bedpost.

"We should kill her," said Hazel, in her monotonous tone hiding a little bit of venom underneath.

"Fuck, no, sugar" I said, turning to her in anger. "She's my wife..."

"Ex-wife..."

"Never divorced, Haze." I grab her arm and give her the phone. "Go play a fucking game!" I ask, as she shrinks from my rage and goes away.

"You should..." Karen speaks up, gravelly, for the first time in a day. "If John is dead, then I might as well die as well." I furrowed my brow.

"Johnny ain't dead, darling. He's way too valuable alive." Her eyes shot up in hope, joy, at the thought of her son surviving what happened.

Johnny was my meal ticket. His marriage to Hazel, once finalized in the system, would grant me access to all the slush funds imaginable that various governments set aside for EDP use... if you know how to manipulate them. This time next week, I'm a billionaire, easy. The Triads fund themselves on these, that's how they managed to outmaneuver most other crime outfits in LA.

The fucking massacre, thanks to Cho and unwittingly by Hazel, set off a crazy chain of events that put John's life in danger, but I've received info that he's alive and forming a harem again. Still, he's got the FBI and probably the Masoños on his radar now, and I'd have to move quickly to secure enough assets for my plan to work. The marriage license had already been entered into the LA County online system, but their database hadn't been updated as of this morning. If anyone catches wind of what I'm doing, they'll freeze Johnny's access to the slush fund and the whole plan will fall to ruins.

The man grunted as he fucked me. Cho, I believe was his name, although I did not speak a word of Cantonese. It was one of the few words I could gather from his men as he and his goons fucked me and my family. I thanked God that John's orgy had opened me up enough that the constant rapes, meant to dehumanize and **** us, did little in that respect. In the last 48 or so hours, I had fucked and been fucked by not only John, but my Grandpas Joe and Arnold, the neighbor Brockton, Uncle Roger, and maybe others. It was all a bit of a blur. But fucking this small-dick Chinese man was no sweat. What was disturbing was the events prior. The murders, ****, and mayhem I witnessed. Was John behind it? No. He couldn't have been. I didn't think so...

Cho came inside me, and his goons grabbed me and tossed me in a "gilded Cage." It was what I called the nice room they had set aside for me in their compound, with nice pillows but bars on the windows. I wasn't afforded any clothes, but I was allowed one roommate, who also dealt with her share of constant rapes. Laura, sweet Laura, I cried, as we held each other in our arms. I had been held separately, but Laura told me what happened to her and the others who survived the atrocities at our home. They were all chained up and held in squalor, in a dark pit somewhere in the LA compound. Not permitted to speak, physically abused. It was horrible.

Laura was covered in bruises and welts, in addition to anal and vaginal bleeding, when I asked for her that morning. I asked for my mother first, but the quiet lady (I could not decipher her name), said that was impossible. Whether Mom was dead, not taken with the group, or taken by someone else, I could not say. But I stood strong and didn't let my mind wander to pits of despair. John made me strong, and that strength will get me through this.

"Cindy," said Laura, as she caressed me after coming to her senses. "What will happen now?" I looked out the bars and soundproof glass, to the abandoned pier in the distance and the Pacific Ocean. "John will come for us." I then treated Laura once more with the gentle touch, the kind shown me from Whitney and Ami, from mom and Diane, from Frieda, Jamie, and Tawny, from... from Alex. I stifled a tear as I went to town.