Sneak Peek at a WIP

He held us in a room on the first floor. It was a plain room with carpet, a brick accent wall, and a huge sliding glass door offering a full view of the backyard and pool. It was the perfect torture room; we knew freedom was so close but so unattainable. Outside, the backyard was modest, a typical suburban neighborhood size, with the pool taking up most of the area. A twelve foot privacy fence kept out nosy neighbors, and the bodyguards maintained the pool. No one knew we were there because no one ever came to the house except more guards. It was his private home.

"Did he have a name? Something he preferred you call him?" I looked up at the detective sitting before me. He wore a black leather duster and hadn't shaved in a few days. His scruffy face attempted a sympathetic soft look, but he was too eager to make an arrest for the hard lines to leave his eyes.

When I spoke, my voice came out small, "Sir. He wanted us to call him Sir." I look back to the cup of warm coffee in my hands, "But I listened. I overheard one of the guards call him by name once. Jacob."

We were chained to the wall like dogs. Collars wrapped our necks and our hands were bound before us. Our feet were free, but there was little we could do within our chained radius. The guards mostly ignored us, speaking only when we were out of line or when Jacob was on his way. I refused to acknowledge him as my master and he laughed, "I will break you, my dear. My pets always break."

The detective leaned a little closer, pushing his recorder nearer, "I know this is hard, but I need you to tell me, in your own words, what Jacob was doing to you and to the other women."

I stared more intently at the black sludge in the ceramic mug. I was at a loss for words, which, according to the paramedics, could be shock, but I refused to believe that. How do you tell a complete stranger how one man violated you, day after day, in front of other women? How do you tell a complete stranger that the same man raped every woman in the room in front of your own eyes? How do you tell a complete stranger that you refused to break - that you refused to admit you enjoyed his attentions?