They try to flee

Evelyn

I could feel adrenaline rushing through my body as we hurried down the street, the noise of screaming and yelling rattling behind us. I heard onlooking men telling us to stop with sly smiles. I watched women running for their lives, while others stood still, looking at their phones and mumbling in confusion. Others looked at men, their new masters, with glee, people they hadn’t known an hour ago, like someone had shown them a new purpose in life.

But not me. I held onto my children tightly, determined to protect my daughter, my family, from being taken away from me. A twisted image of me on my knees, claimed by some unknown man, my children looking on abandoned, lingered in the back of my mind.

“What are we going to do?! Where are we going, Mom?!” Liam gasped in panic just as we rounded a corner.

We stopped abruptly. In our way stood a bearded man holding a young woman by the neck tightly, whispering in her ear, as two other women looked on adoringly. The man stared at us with a mad smile as we darted around him.

“The car!” I said between breaths. “We have to keep moving!”

We quickly passed a thin, sleazy man, appearing from an alley. He looked at us with a cruel, hungry smile, muttering something obscene as four enchanted women followed behind him like sheep.

“Stop, you little shit!” the man called out as he began to chase us. “Your sluts will be mine, boy!”

We finally reached the parking lot, dashing towards our car. I hastily pulled out my keys, the thin man and his entourage of female slaves still behind us.

Ashley glided over the hood, hopping into the front passenger seat. I dove into the driver’s seat, Liam right behind me. My heart raced as I fumbled with the keys.

I finally jammed the key into the ignition just as the car door flung open. My heart sank as the man seemed to reach for my throat, and I heard Ashley screaming.

Suddenly, I felt a soft hand grab my shoulder. “I-I claim you, Mom! Drive!” Liam yelled behind me, a calm sensation instantly spreading through my body. I started the car and sped away without even thinking, his voice snapping me back to reality.

But everything felt different now. A feeling of deep satisfaction and happiness seeped through my body as I did what my son had commanded me to do.

I couldn’t help but stare at his reflection in the rearview mirror and his shocked expression, as my world seemed to rearrange itself around him. My son. My owner. My master.

“Oh god…” his sister finally muttered, her voice full of horror and disgust.