Situation Handled

The beast, Anton slumbered on the bed. Satisfied. A great fuck. Cameron had enjoyed it too, but she wanted more. These experiences with strange men were fun, but starting to lose its forbidden aspect. Her husband had found out about her cheating months ago.

“Cam… You do what you got to do…” he said flatly. Not even angry. Was he doing the same thing with Russian chicks over there? Cameron was furious. Her heart ached. Love was not in the cards for her because her husband was heartless.

She went downstairs, “Nadia?”

No answer. She hadn’t come back from her run. It was 1 AM. A pang of stress.

Cameron called Nadia. Straight to answerphone. Stress. Something could have happened… Nadia called earlier and Cameron had ignored her. Guilt.

She called Mark. Mark was nestled up on the couch with the coed Vicky. His phone buzzing. Him snoring. Vicky stood up and went to the cash register. She took a couple twenties.

Nadia’s phone was dead. Without her charger…

“Can you stay in your room for an hour… Don’t come out…” Alice said.

“Um… sure. Also —“ Nadia began to ask for a charger, but was interrupted.

Alice’s phone ringing, “Great see you soon…”

A group of thugs in black clothing arriving. Some were wearing baseball and football jackets. The biggest one spoke.

“Did you tie him up? Bound and gagged…” He said.

“Ew… Don’t say it like that,” Alice said.

The blacked hoodie creep struggled in his restraints. Bound and gagged. His eyes wide when he saw the thugs. They kicked him. Then tossed him in the boot of a car.

“Consider this situation handled… Call if you need anything…” he said.

“Thanks,” she said.

“Also Jackson wanted to tell you to come back to work…” he said.

Alice sighed. Then nodded.

Nadia sat in her room. In her dirty running wear. She was fed up with the way the world saw her. A sex object. Maybe I should become a Nun?