Thanksgiving Vacation - Chapter 2
Delaney's night was miserable. She barely slept due to the fear, stress and uncomfortable position she had been placed in by the man. Shortly after he had left her - wrists and ankles shackled behind a 4x4 beam - she had stood up, spread her legs as far as the steel restraints would allow and relieved her painfully full bladder. She then was forced to stand or kneel in urine-soaked sawdust for the remainder of the night.
She was able to doze off several times during the evening, but all those catnaps were short lived. Her knees protested all evening and her leg muscles cramped repeatedly forcing her to constantly stand up to alleviate the pain and discomfort. The outside temperature was cold - probably dipping into the upper thirties - and even though the barn was properly insulated, Delaney shivered all night.
She had no idea what time it was during the evening, but she did know that she had been there - the man's prisoner, his captive - for many hours. She had knelt back down on her knees, tried to put the cold out of her mind and hoped her thighs did not cramp up again, when her eyes popped open and it was daytime. Delaney was confused for a second, but then her back cramped and she heard the metallic clinking of the handcuffs secured around her wrists. She had no idea how long she had been asleep, but it had probably been at least a few hours.
Delaney tried to rearrange the mass of socks and torn apart thong that filled her mouth, when she noticed movement from the window directly in front of her. A vehicle was pulling past the barn and toward the house. The car made Delaney stiffen. It was a Ford Explorer, but it was not the run of the mill SUV. It was white in color, with a blue light bar on the roof, a star emblem on the door and stickers that said Pulaski County Sheriff. It was a police car!
Delaney began to howl into the gag, but even she knew not much noise - if any - could be heard from outside the barn's walls. As she continued to yell, she saw the SUV stop and a uniformed sheriff's deputy exit the driver's door. He put a hat on his head and started walking toward the house. The man who had raped and photographed her last night, walked onto the porch and started to talk with the deputy.
After less than a minute, the deputy turned around and walked back to the SUV. Delaney continued yelling but the gag the man had placed on her last night ensured she was kept relatively quiet. Tears well up in her eyes again, as the deputy got into the vehicle and slowly backed out of the yard.
Delaney was leaning forward, weeping, when the man entered the barn. He grabbed the stool he had used last night and placed it in front of the kneeling and manacled girl.
"So, I'm assuming you saw the cop," the man said. "He wasn't looking for you, if that's what you were thinking."
Delaney looked at her captor, sniffed loudly involuntarily and cursed at him through the gag.
The man smiled. "You see, I'm what you call a 'sexual predator', and part of my parole is that some local asshole cop needs to check on me once a month. Deputy Dickhead decided that early on Thanksgiving would be the day this month. The good news is that I probably won't see his stupid ass until Christmas."
Delany's head dropped to her chest in defeat, her white gold crucifix pinned under her quivering chin.
"Let me tell you what's going to happen here, baby girl," the man said.
She raised her head up and looked the man in the face again.
He gestured to the barn around them. "I built this barn to help me in my chosen profession. There are lights and cameras all over the ceiling and rafters. I make movies as well as take pictures of people like you. People I like to call, unwilling participants. Believe it or not, there is a huge segment of people who pay me money - large sums of money to be honest - to provide this specific type of movie and pictures."
For the one thousandth time since yesterday, Delaney cussed herself for getting into that boy's minivan.
"You are my latest star, so to speak," he continued. "Isaiah was able to retrieve your car from the road yesterday, while you and I had our first photo shoot. It's now well-hidden and will not be found anytime soon if at all."
She began to plead with the man to release her.
The man nodded at her strained guttural sounds. Like he could read her mind, he said, "I can't let you go, baby girl, and I never will. We are going to make lots of movies together. The kind of movies where you are tied up in one fashion or another, and I fuck the shit out of you. If you're lucky, one of my clients will take a liking to you and offer to purchase you. This happens more than you would thing. If that doesn't happen...well, you can imagine what happens then..."
Delaney began pulling vainly at her handcuffed wrists and feet.
"So, baby girl, my advice to you is this," he said as he stood up. "Be a good unwilling participant in my movies, and maybe some person will gladly pay me for your services."
The man left without another word.
Delaney began to weep again. Her chest heaved as she sobbed openly. Then, she could hear her father's voice as if he was standing right next to her,
Enough crying, Delaney! Get your shit together!!!
She was startled but the crying stopped. She knew she had to get free, somehow, someway. She thought about what the man had told her. She was going to be his sex toy in his homemade porno films, that he would then sell to other sickos like him. He all but said she would be killed when her usefulness was used up, unless someone would buy her in some sex trade. She knew she was a survivor and this was not how her life would end.
Isaiah entered the barn. He had a bucket in his right hand, a cooler in his left and a small gym bag slung over his right shoulder. He placed everything down on the floor and looked at Delaney.
"Happy Thanksgiving, Delaney," he said with a smile. "I'm here to make your stay a little more comfortable. Please stand up."
Delaney thought about being obstinate but realized that would not help her situation. She begrudgingly stood up and looked the tall red headed boy in the face. Isaiah walked behind Delaney and returned with a broom and dustpan. He swept the area where Delaney has urinated last night and scooped it into the dustpan. Isaiah dumped the soiled sawdust outside and put the items back where he retrieved them. Finally, Isaiah spread a liberal amount of new sawdust on the swept area.
He reached into the bucket, retrieved a wash cloth from the water inside, rung it out and approached the bound teenager. Isaiah cleaned every part of Delaney's body with the wash cloth. The water was surprisingly hot and the impromptu sponge bath actually felt refreshing to an extent. Isaiah's hands did linger on her breasts and between her legs, but there was not a lot she could do about that situation. He repeatedly told her how pretty she was, and that he thought she would be the best model yet.
When the bath was completed, Isaiah began to unwrap the duct tape from Delaney's face. With the tape removed, he helped her remove the sodden socks and underwear from her mouth. Delaney took deep breaths through her mouth and flexed her jaw in attempt to work out the soreness and stiffness.
Isaiah wet the wash cloth in the hot water, rung it out and cleaned Delaney's face. When completed, he opened the cooler and pulled out a plastic bottle of water and a straw. Delaney had not realized how hungry and thirsty she was until that exact moment. Isaiah opened the bottle, inserted the straw and held it to Delaney's lips. She greedily inhaled the water and wished there was more.
Isaiah, put the empty bottle back in the cooler and retrieved a small jar and a teaspoon. He showed her the jar and chuckled. It was a jar of Gerber baby food. Turkey and gravy flavor.
