Just thinking back, sitting here, it all seems so unlikely; so bizarre, I guess. I was just an ordinary guy. Married, couple of kids, usual money owed to the bank. I was fine. Happy even. My job wasn't fantastic but it paid the bills. My wife was fine. She still got me excited...most of the time. So everything was hunky dory. Until that day, of course.
I vaguely remember it was raining. I was coming in from work, the car parked outside the house, the front door open, ready for me. I got inside, drenched from the rain, threw down my case and stood laughing. I looked around for Karen, my wife, but she wasn't there. Odd, she was always in the hallway, waiting for me.
"Karen?" I called.
I took off my jacket, slipped out of my shoes and went in search. I found her straight away. She was naked, tied to a chair, a gag in her mouth. Her legs were spread at the knees, her pussy was bare. She seemed to be shaking.
"Hi Jeff," came a voice from the lounge.
Then I noticed the back of the head.
"Who the hell..." I started, indignant.
"I don't think so," a voice behind me was joined by a knife at my throat, cutting off any further words.
I looked into Karen's eyes, fear bright and strong.
"Jeff," the head rose and turned to face me. It was a stranger. He was smiling. "My name is Mr. Shin. The man behind you is Mr. Knee. You'd do well to remember that Jeff."
The man behind me pushed my knees in and I collapsed forwards. My hands spread out, breaking my fall and Mr. Shin stood on them. I yelped from the pain.