I checked my watch for what must have been the 50th time but it had only moved another minute.
Sweat was running down my back soaking the black clothes I was wearing. Sweat was soaking everything.
“Put your masks on and keep quiet!” a voice in the dark whispered.
“Aliza, remember. Go in through the window and unlock the door. We’ll come in and then we can all take the safe.”
We had rehearsed 50 times. It was simple. Slide the piece of metal between the upper and lower windows and slip it to the side. The window would unlock. Push the window open and climb in. Turn left out of the room and the back door was right there. Unlock the door. Go down the hallway and into the Master Bedroom. There was a safe in the closet.
I had never moved so quiet or deliberate in my life. Every footstep was planned. Every spot that I placed my hand was calculated. I knew everything I could. We had studied this house for weeks.
If things went bad we had a contingency plan. For the other jobs we hadn’t done we didn’t need nearly this level of planning but supposedly there was a lot of money in the safe.
I got to the window and glanced in. It appeared to be empty.
“Check to see if the window was unlocked. Nope. Slip the metal shim between the upper and lower windows and slide to the side. The window should unlock,” I whispered in my head.
“Done. Now slowly push the window open and look in. Nothing. No one was in sight.”
I pulled up on the window sill and quietly slipped half my body through the open window. There was nothing in my way. I pulled my leg through and lightly put it on the floor not making a sound. Ten years of gymnastics training had taught me something. It didn’t do me any good then but in my new line of work it’s proven to be invaluable. I closed the window and moved to the left as I was trained. Down a short hallway and the back door would be right there.
I worked the lock on the door and turned to lead everyone to the Master bedroom.
“25 steps straight down the hallway and turn left,” I said in my head.
“40 steps and stop at the double doors. The left door has a top and bottom slide latch on it so I need to use the right hand door.”
I reached for the knob and turned. Not a sound. Not even the clicking of the handle. I pushed the door inward and looked into the room.
“Empty,” I whispered to myself.
The bed was massive. It looked like it was three times the size of my entire bedroom.
“Enter the room and turn right. Walk to the end of the room and there will be double doors leading into the Master Closet”
I silently walked across the room and opened the closet doors. Halfway down the back wall was a center compartment. It was a fake panel.
“Press the upper right corner and the magnet will release opening the panel,” I said to myself.
When I opened my eyes all I saw was blackness, there was something bound to my eyes. There were no sounds other than the screaming in my head. I couldn’t move my arms or my legs and it felt like a massive weight was pressing down on my lower back.
I tried to speak but I couldn’t. My mouth was propped open and there was a strap going around my face to the back of my head. I could feel a warm liquid on my cheek.
Why can’t I close my mouth? Why can’t I move? Why can’t I see?
I tried to move but even more weight pressed down on me.
What happened? I wondered
I tried to twist off my stomach but the weight pressed down harder and harder on me.
“Boss she’s awake,” said a booming male voice from behind me.
“Put her in the chair,” another voice commanded.
I was lifted by my arms and dragged to a chair where I was very unceremoniously dropped. The ropes on my wrists were loosened but only for a second as they were fastened to the chair.
Saliva dripped out of my mouth as I sat there in the dark unable to move.
“The last time I used that Ring Gag was when I had that whore here for the weekend. It’s very useful. Did either of your friends used a gag on you?” a man asked.
“aaaahhhaaaa . . .” I tried to speak but the metal of the ring was behind both my top and bottom teeth keeping my mouth open.
“You might want to just nod your head up and down or side to side like this,” the man said as he grabbed my head and nodded it up and down and side to side sending saliva dripping out of my mouth.
“Very good. You’re a quick learner. Answer my question!” the man commanded.
With my head drooping down I slowly turned it side to side to let him know my friends had never used a gag on me.
“I bet you’re wondering where your friends are?” the man asked.
I nodded my head side to side. I really hadn’t thought about them at all since I came to. I’ve been more concerned about what happened to me and what was going to happen to me.
“Oh! You’re pretty cold but let me tell you any way. By now your friends are probably buried in the desert,” the man said causing me to lift my head up and blindly stare toward his voice.
The voice continued, “The only reason you’re not with them is because Brandon decided to punch you instead of shoot you. He didn’t want to get blood in my closet.”
“From what I can tell you’re pretty fit. Small tits and no ass but I think we can find a use for you around the house.”
What the fuck? Find a use for me around the house? What does that mean?
I sat upright and tensed.
“Do you have a question?” the man asked.
I nodded up and down rapidly.
“Are you wondering what I have planned for you?” the man asked.
I furiously nodded up and down. If my friends were dead I didn’t know what to expect.
“Well, you being alive actually causes me a little problem. You broke into my house. Normally that’s cause for you to be taken out. Killed. But instead you’re still alive. I can’t just let you go. That wouldn’t be right. Now would it?”
I sat stone still. Killed!
A finger was shoved in my mouth and his thumb was under my chin. The man squeezed and tilted my head back.
“I asked you a question you FUCKING CUNT! Would it be right for me to let a little cocksuckering thief like you break into my house and just walk away free?” the man yelled.
The man jerked my head side to side and said, “No! No it wouldn’t be right! See you’re catching on! I would really try to keep up or it won’t be my cock in that ring gag but a FUCKING gun.”
The man moved his finger out of my mouth and wiped the saliva off his fingers onto my black shirt.
My brain was firing in overtime. Killed! Gun! Cock! What the hell is going on! Who is this guy?
“I see a few options here. First, we could possibly sell you to some pimp. The problem with that is we would need to move you out of state or out of the country. Second, we could just wait a few nights and take you out into the desert and bury you next to your friends,” the man stopped.
“My guys don’t like that one. You should see it. They’re all shaking their heads. They don’t like killing cunts for some reason.”
The man paused. I could hear and feel him walking around the chair.
“We could write up a little contract saying that . . .” the man switched into a whisper and spoke into my ear. “. . . saying that I fucking own you. I own everything about you. If I want you to make me dinner, you will make me dinner. If I want you to clean, you will clean. If I want you to fuck my guests, you will fuck my guests. If I want to slip my cock into this ring gag . . .” the man slipped three fingers inside the metal ring into my mouth. “. . . you’re not only going to take my cock in your mouth, you’re going to be the best cocksucker that’s ever walked the FUCKING planet.”
“What do you think? Number one?” the man paused and I slowly turned my head side to side.
“Number Two?” the man paused again.
I furiously shook my head side to side.
“I guess that leaves only number three. Is number three the one you want?”
I sat there and felt my chest starting to heave and sobs were about to come. I slowly nodded my head up and down almost imperceptivity.
“Awww, sweetheart. I’m not sure I understood your answer,” the man whispered.
I moved my head up and down as tears started to fill my eyes.
“I own you. Remember that. If you try and run I will find you. If you steal or even try to steal from me I will make your already miserable life even worse.”
“Brandon! As a reward for catching this little cunt, she’s all yours.”
“Thank you, sir!” a deep male voice boomed.
“Go ahead and keep the Ring Gag. It looks like it was made for her. Teach her to like it because she’s going to be using it. A lot.”
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