Author's note: I decided slow down the pace of the story a bit and try and lean into the erotic thriller genre a bit and flesh out the characters a bit more. Looking forward to writing the next part. Thanks for reading!
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Eva rolled over, glaring at her alarm clock, the red digital letters read out 9:04am. She hadn't slept for more than a few minutes since she got home, her mind preoccupied with the events of last night.
"Fuck."
She had hoped that the last night was all a bad dream but lying awake in her bed she knew that was all for naught, the decision presented her was like a nightmare incarnate; either force women to become sex slaves or become one herself.
Given the choice, the former seemed the preferable option; better to be the one holding the leash.
She wished that she could just keep fucking Isaac, he was a creepy little pervert, but all she had to do was put on a tight little dress, laugh at his jokes and keep a smile on her face. It's not like he was bad in the sack. That was at least tolerable, but short of a miracle she didn't see a way out of the dilemma. Eva suspected that even giving Isaac her husband's head on a platter wouldn't save her at this point.
Lifting herself out of bed, she slipped on pants and t-shirt and headed downstairs for coffee. She hated caffeine on an empty stomach but it had been one of those nights. Her hand trembled as she reached for her favorite mug, to the point she had to use both hands to steady herself.
Of course, there would be no pleading ignorance; the girls she brought Isaac would undoubtedly be shipped off to a brothel or sold as sex slaves. One didn't need to look any further given how he kept Brittany and Haley to see how he viewed women. She certainly did not want her or Kayleigh to end up on an auction block.
As she hit the button on the coffee machine, she let herself a small smirk thinking about how far she could make it out of town before Isaac tracked her down. Even in her own imagination, she didn't get very far; it would be surprising if Isaac wasn't already having her followed.
Reporting him to police was a laughable idea, no doubt he had his tentacles in them as well. A couple of uniformed cops might show up and drag her to him.
Maybe it was just being paranoid but Isaac didn't seem like a man who was told 'no' and took it very well.
That left her in the unenviable position of finding someone to fulfill her end of the bargain. There were certainly no shortage of women around her, Kayleigh's friends or even some of the women in the neighborhood but they all came with their issues.
Kayleigh's friends were certainly young and attractive but up until today Eva no real reason to get to know any of them well. Grabbing one of them and having them turn out to be seventeen was not something that she wanted to risk. Even Isaac who made his living through illegal activities had enough good sense to stay far away from such things.
A few of the housewives in the neighborhood would make an excellent choice; there were more then a few bitchy trophy wives that she imagined Isaac would love to fuck with and she herself wouldn't mind seeing in chains and shackles if only to bring them down a peg. Hell, even some of the husbands might even celebrate in secret if their wives suddenly disappeared and allowed them upgrade to younger, more attractive versions.
Both options were easier since she had better access but figured it was something she could only pull once before the cops noticed. One kidnapping was a fluke, twice was a pattern and would raise suspicions in the neighborhood. Plus where would she keep her prizes? She needed to keep her husband and Kayleigh out of this so dragging a woman through the front door was a risky proposition.
Her criminal plotting was interrupted from Kayleigh's footsteps.
"You were out late last night." She remarked.
"Yeah, you know old sorority friends."
"Right."
She made her own cup of coffee, waiting for the water to heat up.
