("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2011. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Escape by Old Grey Duck (address withheld) *** 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. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 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! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 72