Main Cast
This story was written by request. The general idea was provided to me, but all the details, good and bad, are my own... just like the typos and grammatical errors.
I am working toward a five or six part series. The first two are being submitted now.
A Rapid Descent
Chapter 1, It Begins
Raj stared in at her husband, lying there in his bed. He had taken another Oxycodone and was no longer capable of even recognizing her standing in his doorway. She was ashamed at herself for even continuing to provide him the drug since he was addicted to it. She had had to take over the 'procurement' of the drug from some sleazy guy who had been selling her husband the drug illegally after his doctor cut him off. He said he didn't care at this point and just wanted to take away the pain of life. So she continued to try to keep up with his need for the drug as a good wife, but the money for buying it illegally had run out a while ago and she continued to meet his demands for the replenishment knowing that she was falling behind in the required payments. The dealer would not wait much longer and she wondered which of her household items he would take.
Raj sighed and went back into her separate bedroom. She was just 50 years old, but her husband was much older. It was an arranged marriage. She was in India and he had already been in the U.S. when the family had arranged it. She had married, moved here, and had lived in the U.S. ever since. She was raised by her old school family in India and still maintained many of the traditional values, including not abandoning her husband even though they had slept in separate bedrooms for several years and he had become almost useless for the last five. Everything in their life was separate now and she was dying for some outside interaction with real people. She had to spend entirely too much time taking care of her useless husband. She had never in her life considered leaving him, but now she craved just having a good friend to go to lunch with regularly. Most of their local friends had turned out to be couples that he knew and they had slowly fallen by the wayside as he got worse. With the condition her husband was in, she was basically alone.
This is what put them in the jeopardy they were in today. The provider of her husband's pills was coming today and expected some form of payment, but the money was gone. She was having to sell things and was trying to think of what to do next when the doorbell rang.
She answered it to find Bill, the dealer, standing there smiling at her. He was not bad looking, but he was one of those guys who always looked like he was up to no good. And he was. He was about 6', 200 lbs, and just looked rough. He held up a bag. "Well, hello, Raj. The next refill is here. Do you have the money?"
She stared at the bag. "No, but I have plenty of furniture and other things I can give you."
Bill pushed his way past her. "Well, let's see what you have to make payment with."
She was a little surprised at how he pushed past her without her invitation into the house. She turned and followed him into the living room. "I have a nice flat screen TV here. What about some kitchen appliances?"
Bill turned to Raj. "Do I look like a Goodwill store to you? I don't want your 'things', I want cold hard cash."
Raj was afraid of this. "I'm having a yard sale this weekend to raise some of the money. I can get you a payment by Saturday."
Bill just continued to stare at her. "Hmmm. Let me see. Today is Tuesday, so that means 4 days until Saturday." He rubbed his chin like he was thinking about it. "Well, I think I will need a deposit on that. Just a second."
Bill walked over to the front door and opened it and waved to someone. Raj stood there rooted to the floor. Suddenly a large black man, probably a couple of inches taller than Bill and a few pounds heavier entered the house, carrying a small backpack.
Raj stared. "Wait, what's going on?"
Bill grinned evilly at her. "Well, you are behind and can't make the payments and said you cannot even pay me any monies at all until Saturday. That means that we have to have some sort of collateral – or in your case, a substitute payment. George is here to help me evaluate the collateral."
Raj looked at the two men as they leered at her. "What do you mean a substitute payment? What do you mean collateral?"
The two men exchanged a look and then the black man reached in to the backpack. Bill walked in front of Raj and stood close to her to divert her attention from George. "Raj, you are still pretty good looking for your age. You can't be much over 40, right?"
Raj was a little surprised by this change of subject, but still a little flattered by his comment. "Well, just a little over 40." She smiled.
Bill moved closer to her and Raj started to back up as he got a little uncomfortably close, the smile running from her face. Suddenly he reached out and grabbed her shoulders and she felt her arms being pulled back by George and then her hands were cuffed. She was in shock. Raj was wide-eyed and finally found her voice. She struggled and yelled. "Let go of me! What do you think you are doing? I'm going to call the cops, you assholes, if you don't let me go. I said you could take something, so take it and sell it and be done with it." As she was yelling, George pulled out the ball gag and quickly threw it over her head. She tried to resist, but the two big men held her and forced it into her mouth.
Raj now found herself cuffed and gagged as they dragged her to the couch. She was in shock, but still struggled. They had no problem getting her to sit on the couch. They stood in front of her as she shook, squirmed, and wriggled to do something about her predicament, but finally calmed as she became fatigued and realized the futility of struggling at this point. Bill and George were standing in front of her with leering smiles and she glared back at them.
Raj thought they were planning on robbing her blind, but then, while staring at her, Bill asked George the question that shocked her. "Well, George, what do you think? Didn't I tell you that she had a nice comfortable ass?"
George chuckled. "You're right. I've never had an Indian woman before and this one has some good meat on her bones. You know I like my women with a nice round ass. This one will do fine."
Raj was afraid she was not hearing correctly. She looked back and forth. She thought they were going to rob her, but now she was becoming seriously petrified as she realized they were talking about rape. She never considered that any man would rape a 50 year old woman.
Raj was not listening, but finally realized that Bill was talking to her. "Raj. Raj. Ah, there you are. Now don't become too upset. We don't want you to do anything you don't want to do, but you owe us a lot of money. You want your husband to continue to have his medication, right? Well, you need to do something to make it up to us. So, if I take out the ball gag, will you promise not to scream? Nobody can hear you with the house set so far from the road anyway. Can I trust you for that?"
Raj was very scared now, but desperately wanted the ball gag out, so she nodded her head.
George removed the ball gag and Raj went ballistic. "Let me go! You'd better not touch me or I'll have the police all over you."
Slap! Bill interrupted her with a quick slap across the face. "Shut up, Raj. Wait until you've heard our proposal."
"I don't have to hear it, you perverts. I'll have you two sent to jail...."
Slap! Bill gave her another one and this was hard enough to really stun Raj. "Raj, if you don't shut up and listen the ball gag goes back in. Got it?"
She shook the cobwebs from her head and nodded, still glaring, but becoming more scared because of the slaps.
George went to stand in front of Bill. "That's enough slapping, Bill. She doesn't need any more. She'll cooperate, right Raj?