1. Freedom to roam
She had made her escape, and had managed to put an hour between herself and her
kidnappers. Only one problem: She was naked and in handcuffs, attached behind
her back.
It appeared that she was on an island, maybe Carribean, but how could she tell?
Apart from the place where she was held captive for the last week she hadn't
seen a soul. Her name was Jessica, a 22 year old American, but right now she
knew she was a long way from home.
And so she walked, naked and vulnerable walking on high grass lands, and able to
look down at a turquoise sea and a sandy beach. It was a beautiful place, she
had to admit it. Her captors also liked the island. They liked it so much, they
bought it ten years ago. Now they had the privacy to do whatever they wanted to
whomever they wanted. Jessica was now a part of that.
She spotted a wooden cabin on the edge of the beach in the distance. This would
be her destination and hoped-for salvation. Probably fishermen with some kind of
tools to break her out of these cuffs.
She descended from the uplands and having picked up a track was walking through
a small forest heading towards the cabin. Then she heard the distinct sound of
women laughing and talking in English. Jessica's heart was pounding with relief
and she readied herself to deal with the embarrassment of her naked cuffed
state. She called out as she approached them.
"Hello... can someone help me?"
Two women came towards her within seconds. They were pretty, young women, just
like herself. And they treated her with great sympathy and understanding and
took her back to their cabin. Perhaps that was not so surprising really as they
were naked and chained just as Jessica was.
