Steve Gale had followed all the rules since he left the orphanage. His stay at All Saints had taught him to stay on his feet and work hard. He had gotten a hard working job, and went to night school for his college degree. At 30, he bought a small home. At 35, he met Wendy, a middle age waitress and got a nice promotion. At 36, fate dealt Steve an ugly hand.
Wendy called Steve like had she did every night before she left work but tonight would be different. Steve told Wendy to meet him on the outskirts of city. Steve had a surprise; he had sold his two bedroom cottage to a co worker, and bought a four bedroom on 5 acres on the outskirts of town. The house needed some work and the land was rugged with large trees and dense underbrush, but he could start a family, and live the country life.
Wendy balked when Steve gave her directions to the end of the pavement of Northern Blvd.
"Steve, I'm tired and it'll be 8 o'clock before I get there"
"Honey, I have dinner waiting" Steve replied
On her way out there, Wendy could not fathom why Steve wanted her to drive out West. There were only woods and horse farms at the end of Northern Blvd but she was going to go because she loved the kind and gentle man.
Wendy met Steve at the end of Northern Blvd., and gave her a kiss.
"Follow me, I have something to show you" Steve told Wendy.
"But there are only dirt roads out here"
"SHHHH" he said putting a finger over her mouth and handing her a box of Sunny's fried chicken.
As they started down the semi washed out dirt road, Wendy looked to her left and noticed the large, deep canal with only a 2 foot high dirt berm, and she slowed down. All she could think of was "what had gotten into Steve".
When Steve got to his street, he noticed Wendy was a ways back, and a car was coming from down the way. As he waited, a heavy rain started. In an instant, fate changed Steve's life.
Steve could tell that the little red car was speeding as it passed him. As it approached Wendy, she got nervous and swerved, and before Steve could do anything, Wendy was in the canal, and a little red Mercedes sat in the field next to the road. Steve sat in shock, for what felt like minutes before he raced out to watch Wendy's car sink into the murky canal. The rain was so heavy it almost stung his face, and he dropped to his knees and cried.
What happened after is, by all accounts, pain, and like most of us, only through pain comes change. When Steve got a hold of himself, he walked over to the little red car and saw a young black haired female of Middle Eastern decent, sitting in the driver's seat. There was an open bottle of whiskey on the floor. She was slumped over the steering wheel so he poked her and she made a sound. Steve stood and thought, and then acted.
When the young lady awoke it was dark and see could see. She was sore and couldn't move. As she awoke, she could feel the rope around her hands and feet. The scream didn't come out because of the cloth in her mouth. All she could do was try and remember. She remembered leaving the party for Daddy's new mare. She remembered getting in her car, but where was she and how did she get here. Hours went by and she had to pee. Finally, she could hold it no longer, and felt the warm fluid fill her underwear and seep down her leg.
When Steve got to his new home it was almost 9 o'clock in the evening and he had been up for 36 hours. He was a walking zombie, as he walked into the basement and opened the closet door. There she was, tied up, swelling of whiskey and piss. Her eyes got large from the change in lighting. He undid the sock that was in her mouth, and before she could scream he shoved a hot dog in her mouth, and told her to chew. As she chewed, her eyes fell upon her capture. He was a middle age man, about six feet tall with short brown hair. He wore a pin striped suit, and was seemed fairly calm. When she had swallowed the last bite, he inserted a bottle of water in her mouth, and she drank as fast as she could. When the last drop went down her throat, Steve re attached the sock and closed the door. Within minutes, he was asleep on the floor on his living room.
For the young lady, life was not so easy. Her body started to cramp sometime in the night. She could hold her bodily functions and had urinated and defecated in her undies. The smell alone kept her awake.
Her mind was an interstate of thoughts and questions.
When Steve awoke, he felt refreshed and like a new man. He made a cup of coffee, and looked around. It was a beautiful morning. He sat on his back porch and looked out over all his land. His next trip to the coffee pot, he poured two cups and proceeded into the basement with a duffle bag. When he opened the closet door, he almost gagged. The stench was unbearable but he held himself together and placed the collar of soft leather covered by white lace and four satin roses around her neck. He then attached the leash, and undid the tethering to the closet bar. She almost fell before he pulled her by the collar. He removed the sock and fitted the horse bit gag into her mouth and around her head. Next he placed a white leather waist belt with matching cuffs adorned with red leather roses. Finally, as she was getting her thoughts together she watched in horror as he attached the matching ankle restraints. When she finally got the energy and will to fight she tried to kick her capture but fell quickly to the floor as the chain attached between her ankles drew taunt.
After she had hit the floor, she realized that there were small chains attached from her waist to her wrists and another between her ankles.
On her hands and knees, she looked up at her capture. He was bent at the knees holding a cup of coffee.
"Welcome Fatima" Steve spoke.
"I am sure you are dazed and confused. Yes, I know your name is Fatima El Hassan, and your father is Ali Ben Hassan, the wealthy shipbuilder and horse racing owner. You are 19 years old, and a freshman at Delton College, where you are awaiting a spot at Yale. You have 5 sisters and 3 brothers, Oh and let's not forget the 2 stepmothers your father has collected. Oh yes, I've met your father and hi number 3 wife. I take it your mother is still in the Emirates, or where ever the fuck you're from. As I see it, you come from a culture of an eye for an eye, and cut off a thief's hands if he steals. Well honey you stole something from me, and you are going to take her place. "
Steve could see from her eyes that she was clueless on the circumstances of the following days. So he told her of the accident, and how he put her in the trunk, and then crashed her car into the canal. How he called in a possible car accident and the police found both cars but only one body. Of the search that still was going on looking for her body but with the heavy rains and a alligator infested canal that after 24 hours the police had deemed her either eaten or drowned because even with the police dogs and her father's vast resources, the rain had washed away all trace of her. How ashamed her father was when the police found the half empty whiskey bottle.
"So in the Muslim tradition, of the conquering king, you are now MY SLAVE to do with as I choose"
