Breaking in a Toy — 11
When I came back to the basement sub area, Jesse was still. He was still breathing, blood had calloused over the wounds on his chest and it dragged in and out slow breaths. His face was leaky and dark and still bruised but he smelled better. He'd...
Breking in a Toy — 10
I'd pulled on some dark clothes, put on quiet shoes, put on gloves. I looked like a cliche burglar but I didn't know what else to wear. I'd been in the codierectors house several times before, at dinner parties and event planning. He didn't have any...
Breaking in a Toy — 9
What I was doing was very risky. This was the make it or break it point of the capture. I had an old Polaroid, it produced physical copies of live action pictures whenever you clicked it and it was still working. The pictures I was taking couldn't...
Breaking in a Toy — 8
I locked the bathroom door behind us, letting him see my personal bathroom. Not the house one. It was big, and fancy, holding both a tub and a shower and not the pleb-combo. The tile was pristine white and I kept it that way with hard work, and there...
Breaking in a Toy — 7
My body approached consciousness after a full, long, necessary rest. The bed was warm and sunlight from the window greeted my crusty eyes. What a way to wake up when you have a child sex slave in your basement. I'd be showering with Jesse this morning,...
Breaking in a Toy — 6
I made it there alive. Tired, but alive. I didn't crash into any poles after falling asleep at the wheel. I didn't run over any pedestrians. Made it home safe, and the sheet of night was being dragged over the sky, the light cloud cover only permitting...
Breaking in a Toy — 5
The day proceeded into a search. Most activities were called off, all parents were called after Jesse hadn't turned up but the bloody cloth I'd left out had been. A lot of parents came immediately to the camp to pick up their kids, a lot of people were...
Breaking in a Toy — 4
Disposing of the evidence is exactly what I did. I put all the cloth in the dryer, Scrubbed things down, wiped off the door handle. His boots and jeans and socks were safely back at my home in the basement, everything was bleached, the scent was...
Breaking in a Toy —3
I took him out of my trunk, slipping him over my shoulder and heading into my home in the woods. The driveway to my forest abode was over a mile long and there were massive lengths of mostly unexplored property in any direction. Some of it was mine,...
Breaking in a Toy — 2
I didn't even try to take a nap. I sipped red wine and stared at the glass ceiling of my personal hub. They were like bubbles, like giant spheres that had been spliced in half and set out across the campgrounds. They were big enough to have curved...
Breaking in a Toy — 1
The camp was approaching the close of its season. Only a few more days and the grounds that were currently occupied by the kids would be vacant, patrolled by none other than the park rangers and the wildlife. Possibly. Maybe... If things went as...
Photo Shoot!
Your home surrounds you, a bachelors pad with evidence of bachelor-izing. Dirty plates, pizza boxes, empty cans of Mountain Dew. The place wasn't a trailer, the place wasn't an house, it was probably somewhere in between. A little abode attached to a...