I blinked my eyes only to discover that it was not a blink. I was struck from behind and knocked unconscious to wake up after some time from the longest blink ever known to man. Things will never be the same.
I’m gagged. Of course the heathens had to gag me. Can’t say I would have done anything differently but the gagging was not appreciated.
One of the heathens knows I regained consciousness, and so like the heathen he is, he strikes me again for the second longest blink I have ever experienced.
I awake again, chained to a chair, still gagged, with a woman sitting across a table from me. She looks confident, well dressed, well fed, calm, in control, essentially everything I am not.
“Hello, Miss Evergreen. Welcome.” Her perky little British accented voice rings throughout the room.
I say nothing. I simply look around to find myself in what appears to be a hut made out of clay or some other god forsaken dirty material.
I try to move my body but the chains hurt, as though my entire body is bruised. I stop wiggling and focus my attention on taking in the room, until she speaks again.
“Allow me to introduce myself. You will call me Jessie. That is not my name but it is what you will call me, am I clear?” I say nothing.
She pulls out a remote with a red button in the center; she calmly pushes it, grinning.
My entire body seizes in the pain of a thousand candles being thrushed over my skin. I know this because I used to play with candles as child, and while children should absolutely not play with candles, I did. She releases the button and my body falls limp with my muscles aching in agonizing pain.
“Miss Evergreen, not answering me is not an option. You will call me Jessie, am I clear?”
I dare not patronize the red button again nor the finger that holds it, so I nod.
“Good.” She states as she stands, “Now, I will explain what just happened to you.” She proudly walks around the room, red-button remote firmly in hand, “We have been observing you for quite some time, Miss Evergreen. My associate and myself.”
She stops mid stride pacing the room. She turns to face me briefly, then continues, “You see, Miss Evergreen, my associate is very good at his job, so good that I simply cannot continue to do business without him. But like every great mind, there is, well, let’s call it a caveat, to his greatness.”
Moving around the room rubbing her freedom in my face, she spreads a sly smile, “You, Miss Evergreen, are that caveat.” She then holds both her arms out pointing at me.
I am still aching from that horrid button and she walks and talks like we were blissfully chatting at a charity. “My associate has the need for companionship. A need that I do not understand nor do I desire to, but I do not question it, because I have work to do. As I said, he is very good at his job which allows me to considerably gain.”
She flutters her hand in the air as she speaks nonchalantly, “He desires a sexual partner of a certain caliber, a certain background and life-style. Miss Evergreen, you are this round’s winner!”
Her speech nauseates me. Although at this point the devil red button may have caused the nausea, it helps to hate her. “Every so often, we must replace this companion, for one reason or another. When that happens, the pageant begins.”
Jessie brags, “We find women who match the criteria, and observe them, then he chooses his winner and we pick her up.” She waves her hand quickly over her shoulder and someone removes the gag. Out of nowhere someone appears disappearing after the gag is removed.
“You will only speak when permitted, am I clear?” Jessie says taunting me with the remote.
I nod telling myself to never anger the red button or the finger that holds it.
“Miss Evergreen, you have a spectacular college transcript. Your employer praises your work. Your students adore being around you. Your husband can’t stop talking about you, or won’t stop I should say, and your son,” I flinch, “Little Joey lights up the instant he lays eyes on you.”
Jessie pauses and glares at me with fiery eyes, like she is trying to mock me with my life, “My associate hasn’t seen a candidate like you in a few cycles.” She takes in a breathe then slowly says, “He’s so very excited to meet you.”