David was growing impatient. Another week had gone by and he was ready to leave, but he was afraid he was rushing things. Sarah seemed fairly docile, but for all he knew she was planning to escape the first chance she got. He settled on a test for now. They would go out in public.
David returned to the room after being gone for a couple of hours. Sarah was sitting on the floor leaning up against the bed, reading a fantasy novel David had given her. She barely glanced up at him as he entered the room.
"I have something for you," he said.
Sarah looked up to see that he was holding out a large shopping bag to her. She thanked him as she took the bag and peered inside. She could see clothes.
"I hope they fit alright." He said as she began taking them out. The bag contained a pair of dark blue jeans, a pink and black striped polo shirt with a skull and crossbones embroidered on the pocket, a sheer black bra with matching thong panties, socks, and pair of black leather lace up boots. There was also a small red velvet bag.
"Do you want me to put these on now?" Sarah asked.
"Yes," he held out his hand to help her up.
"May I ask why?" she questioned, taking his hand.
"We're going out." David smiled at her.
"Really?" Her thoughts lighted on the possibility of escape.
"Yes, hurry up, we don't have much time." David insisted.
Sarah began taking her clothes off and putting the new ones on. Everything fit fine except for the jeans which were a little tighter than she would have normally worn. When she was finished dressing, David handed her the velvet bag. She opened it and found that it was full of make up.
"I want you to look like you did last week." David smiled as Sarah looked at him, exasperated.
"I'd feel stupid," she pleaded.
"Put it on anyway. We're just going to get something to eat and then go to a movie. There's a small theatre nearby that's having a cult horror movie marathon tonight." David said, his voice taking on a hint of annoyance because of her hesitance.
Sarah did not want to lose her chance to get out, so she went to the bathroom and began making up her face. She did not go quite as dramatic as Jenny had, but she still looked the part. Next, she brushed out her hair and made it look more presentable. She examined herself in the mirror, the clothes were not something she would have ever worn on her own. She felt like she was going to stand out. The shirt looked nice, but the jeans were definitely too tight. She was surprised to see how flat her stomach was when she looked at herself from the side.
"You look great," he beamed at her from the doorway of the bathroom, "but you forgot something."
Sarah looked up to see that he was holding out Jenny's collar. She lifted her hair so he could put it around her neck. She glanced in the mirror again and was satisfied that the collar did not send the blatant message of what she was. It could pass as part of her outfit.
She followed closely behind him as they left the room and then the building. It was still daylight out. He led her to a barn in the back. David slid the heavy metal door open and walked inside. Sarah peered in and saw that it was full of vehicles. David walked over to something that was covered with a black tarp. He lifted the tarp, revealing a motorcycle. Carefully, he pushed it out of the barn.
"Is that yours?" Sarah asked as she looked over the bike, it was black with silver chrome. She could see the Harley logo.
"Yeah. Have you ever ridden?" David asked as he went back inside the barn.
"No, they scare me. I'm afraid I'd fall off." Sarah looked at the bike again wondering if he expected her to ride on it. She wondered how easy it would be to jump off and run.
David returned carrying two helmets.
"You won't fall off," he assured her and then continued, his voice dropping, "I know you're thinking that this is your chance to escape, but I'm not stupid. I've made plans. You won't get more than a mile away before someone catches you. And I'm also sure you can imagine what will happen once I get my hands on you."
"I wasn't..." Sarah started to say as she looked away.
"Don't lie to me!" David barked.
She stepped to the side like a nervous horse as David approached her with one of the helmets. However, she did not protest further as he helped her put it on. When he was satisfied with the helmet's fit, he assisted her with getting on the bike. She was grateful that there was at least a back rest; it made her feel a little more secure.
David mounted the motorcycle. Before he started it, he said, "Put your arms me."
She felt the bike jump as it rumbled to life. She grabbed him tightly around the waist as they began to move. They rode slowly down a long gravel driveway onto a paved country road. Sarah closed her eyes as they began to gain speed. She could not bear to look at the trees and road speeding past them.
David had imagined for so long how it would feel to have Sarah riding with him. He could feel her clinging to him, her chest pressed against his back. They rode on the highway for over twenty minutes before reaching town. David tried to prepare himself for the chance that she would jump off and run at the first opportunity she got. He did have a plan, he had several people ready to assist him, including a sympathetic local cop, but there was always the possibility that she could slip away.
Sarah opened her eyes just in time to see a city limits sign go by. She did not recognize the name. David began slowing down as they approached the town. She thought of what David's "plan" might be. Did he have someone following them? Sarah tried to run different scenarios through her mind. She imagined herself trying to get off the bike and run, but she didn't think she could get off fast enough to get out of his reach. She had never been a fast runner. Her best bet would be to ask someone to call the police. But then the thought occurred to her that the way she appeared would make some people not want to help her.
David stopped at the first stop sign and waited for Sarah to try and bolt. She did not. He continued on past one more and a stop light before reaching the restaurant. He parked the bike in the front.
As David helped her off the bike, Sarah realized that she was correct in her assumption that she would not have been able to get off of it easily enough to run. Her legs were too short. She looked at the restaurant they were at; it was a run down looking Chinese restaurant. She took of her helmet and David locked them onto the motorcycle.
"Do you like Chinese?" David asked as he opened the door for her.
"It's my favorite." Sarah said good-naturedly while walking inside.
A middle aged Chinese lady came to the front and it was apparent that she recognized David.
"Hello, I haven't seen you in a while. Is this your girlfriend?" She asked him.
"Yes," David said, squeezing Sarah's shoulder with his hand.
The lady sat them in a booth. Sarah sat across from David.
"You didn't want to tell her that I'm your slave?" Sarah couldn't resist taunting.
"Do you want me to call her over here so I can tell her? I was just trying to save you some embarrassment, but if that's what you want, I'll do it." David retorted.
"No, that's okay." Sarah said flatly and looked at the menu.
They ordered and Sarah looked around the restaurant as they waited for their food. There were only a few other customers in the restaurant and Sarah decided this was not the place to plead her case for help to someone.