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Escape
by Old Grey Duck (address withheld)
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Terror washed through her. Others had been taken to the
Back Room, and none had come out alive. Suddenly, she
realized that this man was her one chance to escape
certain death. (MF, rom)
***
Light filtered through a grimy window. Sitting crouched
in her cell, she could hear the sounds of the others
stirring in their own cells. Looking down at the stale
food in the bowl, she recalled eating better, when she
was younger. The tepid water did little to slake her
thirst. From somewhere that she was unable to see, she
heard the sounds of a door opening.
The Captors.
Voices and footsteps drew closer. Some of the others
leapt to the bars that contained them, calling for help
or mercy. Others would cower and whimper against the far
wall or corner of their cell.
She sat, and waited.
A few moments later, two men stopped in front of her
cell. She recognized one of them. He frequently came in
with food, and was not above providing the occasional
smack or kick to one who was unfortunate enough to be in
his way. The other, however, was a stranger.
He held himself erect with hair starting to go gray at
the brow. He studied her a few moments, silently. She
looked back at him allowing her posture to let him know
that she was not frightened or intimidated by him. He
smiled to himself, and then continued onward.
Letting her shoulders sag, she sighed. She tried not to
think of the times when she was younger, and life had
been good. That was when the sad memories returned, so
she did her best to bury them deep in her mind.
The footsteps returned, and once again, the two men
stood outside her cell...
"I think this one will do nicely," the stranger
announced.
"Her? We picked her up almost two weeks ago. She's not
much to look at. That one over there is much prettier."
"Perhaps," the stranger continued. "But the look in her
eye in interesting. There's something about her bearing
that I like."
"If you say so. You'll be doing her a favor. She's
scheduled to go to the Back Room, tonight."
The Back Room. Terror washed through her. Others had
been taken to the Back Room, and none had come out
alive. Suddenly, she realized that this man was her one
chance to escape certain death.
The stranger opened the door to the cell and smiled.
"Perhaps I should introduce myself. My name is Albert
Jacobson. I've been rather lonesome as of late, and
thought it might be nice to have a companion of some
sort."
She remained silent, so he could continue.
"My home is humble, but I am thinking it will be to your
satisfaction?"
She thought a moment about her options. None. Either go
with this man, or face certain death. There was only one
thing she could do...
Albert Jacobson smiled as the scruffy little dog came
forward and gently placed a paw on his outstretched
hand.
END
NOTE: If you are looking for a new friend, there are
many out there who know that you have given them a
"second chance" and will love you even more for it.
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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