Samantha’s situation

Samantha’s situation

“Come over Amy” Ryan said and her heart stopped. Amy couldn’t believe she was going to see Ryan after all these hours. She barely remembered to lock the outside door as she rushed out to meet her owner.

There were only two cars in the small parking lot. Her own run down Corolla and a BMW. She didn’t think much of it, although the car was far too nice to be in this area.

She thought briefly to the last time she was in her car. Everything had been normal, her life was moving forward as she had wished. She was in complete control, with the exception of her sister Olivia, things were looking great. All that changed with Ryan walking into her store, and into her life. She had no idea someone else owned her until then.

Smiling broadly, she drove quickly through the city.

Samantha Adams, once a powerful young woman was reduced to little more than a statue. She stood, frozen, in the back office of a tattoo shop she had gone to for a simple little tattoo earlier that afternoon. Her arms raised up high, shirt missing exposing her ample breasts to anyone who would walk into the office. She felt nothing, sensed very little.

She could tell only vaguely that it was the evening. Staring ahead, constantly in the loop of thought that she was owned but couldn’t be. In the deepest recesses of her confused mind she could tell she had to go to the bathroom and screamed, knowing she wouldn't move. She had been staring at her hand, but that was moved above her so now she looked out a small window.

Time passed, she thought the sun came up, went down and came up again. She couldn’t tell if she was getting hungry, but she had a sense it had been a while since the store owner left.

Olivia Putnam got a call from the management firm that ran their store security. They told her they tried to reach out to Amy but were unable to reach her so reached out to Oliva. The police had reported there was a vandalized car outside their store and wanted to talk to the owner.

Olivia drove to the store mid-morning and found everything locked. Amy was usually better at staying on top of things, but clearly her sister was being irresponsible. Oliva was unused to being the responsible sister.

Olivia saw a beautiful BMW outside with graffiti sprayed across it. The back window was smashed and there was clearly a lot of damage to the car. A police stick was run across the broken window.

Walking into the store, she went to the back office.

At first she didn’t notice the tall woman in the corner, but she turned and saw the naked woman, staring at the window. There was a smell of urine in the room and clearly the woman had done something bad.

“What the fuck! Get out of here!” she yelled, backing away. The woman made no movement. Oliva was afraid, there was something very odd about how the woman just stared. Oliva backed to the desk and picked up the phone.

She was about to call the police. Glancing down, she saw a paper that had a repeating statement.

“Amy Putnam is in complete control”