Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 141255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
The next day, I went home first to see what was what, and Mom had trashed my room further as well as trashed Holly’s room. So I got my stuff packed and packed up my car with my sister’s things, having left Holly at Laurie’s so she wouldn’t have to deal with the arguments, and then I drove her to her Gran’s early. Mom didn’t care. She said, “Good riddance to bad rubbish!” as I left.
Holly’s gran put in an application with CPS to be on the safe side and I gave them a statement before I left for Thailand hoping it’d mean that Mom wouldn’t get her back. Holly and I promised to video chat every night.
I almost didn’t go before knowing if the CPS stuff was sorted, but she encouraged me to live out my dreams. She and her gran assured me all would be well.
Thailand was a blast at first. I had enough English-speaking people around, lots of spare time, and had loads of laughs. And Jason and I had fun.
Great sex, nothing deep or meaningful, but fun. He liked to party. He had a big dick and he knew how to use it just the way I liked it. Rough. He said he loved my spirit. We laughed a lot. It was great. But then it all went wrong. It all went horribly wrong when he shifted from fun, on a dime, to suddenly way too serious about commitments we were too young (and too new) to make.
When he’d asked me to marry him the first time, I told him I was too young to get married but that I was having a blast with him. He told me he wanted more than to have fun with me. He said he wanted to own me. I thought it was just a macho possessive thing at first and things got too heavy so I lightened the mood by giving him a blowjob and then we smoked a huge blunt together and passed out on the couch in his office. When I woke up the next morning the gift bag containing the engagement ring, I’d already rejected was beside me. When the cleaning lady told me about Kruna, that bag was still in sight.
After I got pulled aside in the airport, I got taken to Kruna, a beautiful three story, lavish resort that looked like paradise.
It wasn’t. It was was hell on earth.
And that’s when I endured the first nineteen days of torture. On the night of day nineteen, I was moved to Donavan Frost’s quarters. Mr. Frost took me as his own personal sex slave for the first several months. He did this to punish Jason for the fact that the cleaning lady had warned me, that she’d learned so much because Jase was careless.
At first, he had Jason there often. At first, after I was broken, he made Jason watch us have sex while a guard held a gun to Jason’s head. I never looked Jason in the eye after he’d shot the cleaning lady, but felt his eyes on us when his uncle was punishing him and I felt his hatred focus on his uncle.
Mr. Frost was horrible. He was handsome and charming, looked a lot like his nephew, and he was pure evil. Pure. Evil.
He couldn’t ejaculate unless he was hurting you and he ejaculated a lot while I was his slave. He died one night in his sleep, mysteriously. I’d been in the bed beside him, naked and bound to the headboard, and knew he was dead for over twenty-four hours before anyone came for us, which was something that I’d tried to push out of my mind ever since. Being chained in bed beside a corpse whose mouth was open and whose opened eyes were bleeding for all that time, a corpse who spent seven months torturing you after you were already broken, it can fuck a girl up.
After that, I was put into the Kruna equivalent of a psych ward, put through some training, and then put with general population slaves, which was where I first heard the legend of Monalisa.
I listened to a conversation between a few girls one day where they talked about her being a slave who everyone loved. Everyone. And she got sold and became a wife to a handsome American businessman who never brought her back and who never came back. I went on a mission to get what she got. I went on a mission through following my A to B plan over and over so I could get sold, point C.
Jason didn’t come back after Mr. Frost died. I didn’t know what happened to him.
I watched my brother’s expression turn ugly as he listened to the guy talking on the loud speaker.
“Donavan’s scout spotted her and wanted to bring her in. Jason tried to stop it by revving up their relationship and trying to get her to marry him. Things went wrong, she found out too much, and we had to bring her in. Frost taught his nephew a lesson by making your girl his, by using her roughly in front of Jason. We were concerned. It was brewing hostility that didn’t need to happen. A decision was made and we were looking at a number of options with respect to Donavan Frost as he was a problem for a number of reasons. Before we had a chance to act on our decision someone beat us to it. They had him poisoned. It was definitely an inside job and we suspected but couldn’t prove Jason had paid the person who did it. Unfortunately, your Felicia got caught in the crossfire. She was with him when he died and she was in a precarious position. It was about 24 hours she was alone with his corpse, restrained in the bed beside him.”