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The Choice 29

The Choice 29

by staceyshacleton
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Kate trembled, drool forming around a ball gag, her naked alabaster body hung from ankle and wrist restraints on a large X-frame. Beside her, the light brown figure of her hated rival, Moana, shared the same pose.

The stage was dark, with two heavy curtains, one in front of each woman, separating them from the auditorium.

They had a history of opposition on sensitive political issues. Recently, the incendiary language had reached a level that left their more moderate supporters very uncomfortable.

Gareth had arrived in their lives a week back with an opportunity to end the political career of the other. Neither woman had been thinking clearly when signing the contract, especially as Gareth chose the heated moments after a particularly vitriolic debate to present it.

Gareth now stood on the other side of those curtains, delivering a speech on "bridging the gaps". Kate and Moana were spread-eagle and naked, still hidden. Neither could hear Gareth speak. Each wore noise-cancelling headphones to heighten their remaining senses.

Both held a clicker in their right hand. The clickers would activate during Gareth's speech, and each would drop their opponent's curtain, disabling the other clicker to block retribution. In addition, both curtains would drop in one hour if neither woman pressed their clicker. Gareth had been coy on how long his speech was, leaving them wondering if, when the hour expired, they'd be exposed to a large crowd or an empty hall.

As a final measure, the contract they'd each signed, unwittingly agreeing to this, was taped to their stomachs.

At the start, both had silently vowed to press the clicker the second it became active to humiliate the other and save themselves.

Yet, as the seconds turned into minutes, neither had quite found the seething hatred to drop the other's curtain.

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Hanging naked, they relived past disputes in their minds. Feelings of antipathy and anger at the others' political views swelled up, yet it didn't translate to curtains dropping.

So many lines had been crossed in their fights, surely there wasn't one more line that couldn't be crossed? Yet the curtains stayed up.

Kate and Moana shivered at the thought of being at the other's mercy. They expected the other to trigger their humiliation at any moment. Yet both refused to launch the pre-emptive strike.

Time crawled by, taunting their helplessness.

Then, from high in the ceiling, there were two loud clicks. The heavy curtains succumbed to gravity, falling in large heaps with a dull thud.

Kate and Moana squirmed, shaking their ankle and wrist restraints, shielding their eyes from the auditorium's bright lights. Squinting, they contorted at the thought of being the prime exhibit in Gareth's sermon on togetherness.

Headphones meant they wouldn't hear the shocked gasps, laughter, or bitter denouncements. They would, however, hear about it for the rest of their lives.

Blinking, they tensed their bodies. Then, low moans escaped through gags at the sight of Gareth sitting alone on a chair.

Gareth smiled and pointed with a small remote. Thin wires hung down from the ceiling and attached to their headphones gently lifted them off their heads. The gift of sound was returned. Each ball gag's clasp slackened and detached. Kate and Moana spat the gags out and flexed their aching mouths.

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"Well done. You both made honourable choices. Perhaps you see humanity in the other after all. Maybe if we can do that with our enemies, there is still hope."

"Let us down," Moana said, flatly.

Gareth nodded. "Your restraints will soon open. Clothes are on a table at the exit. Everyone else has left."

Gareth stood as the women looked mutely at each other, unspoken recognition in their eyes that neither had committed the ultimate betrayal.

"As a parting gift, in your inboxes is a photo shoot of the other, bound and gagged. You may, as you did today, choose to do nothing with it. You have my word that no one else will ever get the photos from me."

Gareth stood up, gave both a nod of acknowledgement and walked calmly away.

"Gareth," Moana called out, "was there ever an audience? Was this all just a ruse?"

Gareth stopped. Silence held for a few seconds.

"That's the wrong question, Moana. The question isn't 'Was there ever an audience?'. The question is, 'Why didn't she press her button so you could find out?'"

Gareth's footsteps resumed, Moana and Kate mutely contemplating his words as he walked out of the auditorium and out of their lives.

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