He quickly learned that he was tied to a familiar dining chair. It was the previous dining chair that didn’t quite match the new table his wife had gotten, and he had put them in the basement for the next yard sale. He groaned at the ache pulsing in his neck. He blinked a few times, trying to get his thoughts together.
He recalled the shriek of both his wife and his daughter, and for a moment he tensed. When he looked around, he was relieved to see the two most important persons in his life were right beside him, tied to the rest of the dining chairs. They were unconscious. Their head slumped forward and the only thing that was keeping them from falling over was the roll of duct tapes wrapped around their body and the backrest.
Some finger sucking noise caught his attention. On top of a broken washing machine underneath the staircase was a woman. She had a head of childish pink hair cut to her shoulder. Her face seemed to indicate that she’s in her early thirties, if not late twenties. She was probably mixed race, judging by the hint of East Asian appearance. Perhaps Japanese?
In her hand was one of the many plastic containers Howard used to keep leftover meals. Howard could tell that the woman was eating yesterday’s mashed potatoes. He had made too much of it because he didn’t want to leave one lonely potato behind.
The woman was dressed in a bright orange fatigue. On the fatigue wrote in big bold words “Baskinshire Correction Center”. As if that wasn’t bad already, on top of the washing machine beside her butt was his handgun. Howard swallowed, already thinking of a way to get his family and him out of this predicament.
“Uhm…” Howard began.
The woman looked up. Her green eyes lit up. “You’re finally awake!” she remarked giddily. “I was so worried. I kind of pulled the trigger a second longer because you’re quite large. I didn’t think the taser would knock you out just as easily as those two over there.”
“May I ask why you knock us out?”
The woman’s eyes widened as if Howard had asked question she’d been dying to answer. She cocked her head and grinned. Then, she pulled on her orange fatigue. “See this? Well, I sort of ran away from a prison. I need a place to hide from the cops. I noticed the kitchen window was opened, so…”
Howard had to commend the woman’s honesty. Still, there’s a reason why she was in prison. Howard just hoped it hadn’t had anything to do with murder.
“How long do you plan to stay?” Howard asked as calmly as he could.
“Who knows?” the woman shrugged. “Maybe forever.”
Howard sucked in a sharp breath. Forever would not be acceptable. Forever meant the woman would never let him and his family out of the basement.
“You do see the problem with that, right?” Howard tried to talk some sense into the woman. “We have family and friends who visit us on a weekly basis. They will come, and they will eventually know we are tied up down here. It won’t do you any good.”
“You do have a point.” The woman hummed. “Oh well, I guess I will just have to enjoy myself while I still have the time.” She leapt off from the washing machine and darted up the stairs.
Howard took that opportunity to wake up his wife and his daughter. It wasn’t too difficult of a task. A loud shout and a kick at their chair did the trick. The two females went from groggy to batshit insane. Before Howard knew it, those two were shrieking like mad.
“Quiet! Stay calm!” Howard said sternly and his loud voice stopped his wife and his daughter. “Look, the person who tied us down here is an escaped prisoner. Don’t do anything that will agitate her, got it?”
Sandra and Lizzie nodded. Their lips formed a tight seal.
The woman came down once more. Her footsteps against the creaking steps were obvious. Howard silently told his wife and daughter to stay calm.
The woman walked into the basement with a can of beer in her hand. “Heineken sucks. You should go for Budweiser instead.” She quickly noticed his wife and daughter. “Oh, they are awake too. Great. Wouldn’t want to get those two into a coma.” She chuckled to herself.
“What do you want from us?” his wife asked. Her voice trembling.
“Oh relax. I’m not going to hurt you or anything.” She said, rolling her eyes. “I just want to get some freedom before they take be back into that hellhole.”
Howard turned to his wife and shook his head. His wife nodded almost imperceptibly. It was clear – only Howard needed to do the talking.
First thing to do in a hostage situation – get the perpetrator emotionally attached to you. It was one of those many useless information that Howard read on the internet but there’s no harm in trying now.
“What’s your name?” Howard asked.
“I’m Patricia. What about you?”
“I’m Howard. This is Sandra, my wife and Lizzie, my daughter.”
“Nice to meet you, Howard, Sandra, Lizzie.”
“You look like a decent. How about this?” Howard began. He had thought of an offer an escaped prisoner would never decline. “I will give you some cash, enough for you to go to Mexico. I will give you my car. Once you’re out, we are even. How about that?”
“I couldn’t drive.” The woman said nonchalantly before taking a swig from the beer can.
“Okay, what if I drive you to the border.”
“Your wife and daughter?”
“They will stay here. Locked. Unable to contact the outside world. That way, you will never have to worry about them calling the cops.”
“Please, here to Mexico is at least two days. That’s just one trip. By the time you came back, they’d be dead.”
“We will put some supplies in here.” Howard said thoughtfully.
The woman thought for a moment. Then, she shook her head. “Nah, too many moving parts. Murphy’s law and shit.” She took another swig. “Besides, I ain’t no fan of guacamole anyways.”
Howard swallowed hard. This negotiating thing was much more difficult than he had anticipated. “Okay, what do you want then?”
“It wouldn’t be too much to ask for a fully fuelled jet and a million dollar in unmarked denominations, would it?” the woman waggled her brows. Howard’s jaw dropped and the woman laughed. “Sorry, I was just joking. Been watching too much prison escaping movies.”
Howard made a mental note to lodge a complaint to the nearby corrections facility to never allow prisoners to watch movies about prisoners escaping from prison.
“You can’t expect to keep us in here forever. People will eventually find out. You will eventually be caught.” Howard remarked the obvious.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” She sighed and finished the last bit of beer in the can. She crushed the can and tossed it to the wall furthest from her. The metal can slammed against the wall and dropped to the floor. “If I’m going to be caught anyways, I best make full use of the time I still have to do the things I like.”
To Howard’s surprised, the woman pulled her top off, revealing a plump C-cup breasts and a pair of pink nipples. Not to mention a large tattoo of a bird wrapping its wings around her torso. It was a phoenix.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Howard heard his wife. At the same time, Lizzie looked away, letting out an uncomfortable yelp.
The woman dropped the top onto the floor. A sly grin curled on her face as she hauled the two fleshy lumps with her hands.
“Aren’t they beautiful?” she asked rhetorically. Howard found himself staring at the woman’s tits for way too long than he would want to in front of his wife.
“Howard!” he heard his wife’s angry voice.
“Please, put your clothes back on!” Howard turned away, reluctantly.
The woman went to Howard’s back and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her face neared his. Her warmth breath caressed his neck.
“Don’t you dare!” Sandra warned sternly.
“Oh, Sandra. Don’t be such a wuss. There isn’t any guy in the prison. It’s been years since my pussy has seen any action.” Patricia cooed sultrily into Howard’s ear.
Howard found his cock slowly rising to Patricia’s flirtation, despite his effort to not do so. His briefs turned into a tent. Patricia clearly noticed his bodily reaction and gave his engorging member a light stroke. “Emm…he’s getting hard.”
“You bitch. You better not touch my husband!” Sandra shrieked wildly. She struggled hard against the restraints.
“Let’s see what your hubby packs between his legs.” Patricia peeled away the elastic band. Howard’s hard cock leapt out of its confine.
“Oh.” Patricia gasped. “That’s got to be about eight inches. What a naughty man you are! Getting hard at another woman in front of your wife.”
Howard croaked. “Stop this!”
“Ohhh, are you sure you want me to stop?” Patricia licked Howard’s neck. Her fingers wrapped around Howard’s engorged member. Then, she lightly stroke him. Her clenched fist moved up and down at a gentle tempo.
Howard shivered at the sickening sensation he was forced to feel. He turned to his wife and saw the woman of his life was already in tears. Her face was red with anger and contorted with disappointment.
“I’m sorry, Sandra!” he managed to say.
“I will fucking kill you, bitch!” Sandra hissed angrily at Patricia.
Patricia let out a dramatic groan. She let go of Howard, went away to somewhere that Howard couldn’t see, and came back with a roll of duct tape. She wound the duct tape over Sandra’s mouth several times, nicked the tape with her teeth, and cut the tape.
Patricia turned to Lizzie. “What about you? Will you keep your mouth shut or do I need to do it for you too?”
Lizzie kept her mouth shut and that satisfied Patricia. Patricia tossed the roll of duct tape onto the washing machine. When she turned back to Howard, she had a playful smile on her face.
“It’s been a while since I have done a strip-tease.” She goaded.
Howard looked away the moment Patricia slipped her fingers into the waistband of her orange pants. He had vouched loyalty to his wife during the marriage vows. He was not going to break it now.
Patricia clicked her tongue in frustration. “You guys really do make things difficult for me.” She grabbed the handgun from the washing machine, cocked it once, a bullet leapt out from the chamber and another from the magazine went in. She pressed the tip of the gun against Lizzie’s head.
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