Safety. Flash Fiction

Samantha wasn’t paying attention when it happened. She had her heard buried in her phone, texting Jason who seemed to be angling for a third date, but hadn’t quite come out and said it yet. Samantha was trying to think of the perfect witty reply when the woman in front of her let out a cry and fell over. Samantha rushed to her side, the woman groaned and sat up, “Are you ok?”
“Yeah, I think so. Damn shoes, I’m not used to heels these high.” The woman prodded at her ankle, “I don’t think I twisted it, though it feels a little tender”
“Here.”
Samantha helped the woman stand, she carefully put her weight down on it, “Well, it seems like there’s no real damage, thanks for helping me. I feel like a bit of an idiot.”
“Ah don’t, it happens to the best of us!”

Samantha felt a buzz in her pocket, she reached in for her phone, “Will you be ok?”
“Yeah, I’m fine, I might get a little bruise, but mostly I’m just glad there wasn’t anyone else around to see that.”
Samantha smiled, then took out her phone.

“Thanks again!”
“No bother.”

Samantha started walking and looked at her screen, there it was, finally, she started typing out a reply. Samantha collapsed as her entire body was flooded with pain, she writhed on the ground, teeth clenched. The woman was standing over her, taser gripped in one hand, “I’m sorry, I have to, he said if I didn’t…I’m sorry.” The woman reached in and tased her again.

A man stepped out from the bushes and onto the path. Samantha couldn’t see what he was doing as he moved around her, her muscles were starting to relax, so far she hadn’t screamed, she had only been able to make a faint whining sound. Something was shoved into her mouth, harsh and bitter. She tried to spit it out but before she could duct tape was over her mouth. The man quickly grabbed her arms and tied them behind her back along with her legs. He picked her up easily and carried her back into the bushes. The woman, who had spent her time nervously looking up and down the path for anyone who might stumble upon them followed. She slipped the taser back into her bag. She looked behind at the path one more, a thought flitted through her mind, so fast she almost didn’t register it. She should run. Now while he was distracted, run and get help for them both. She turned back and continued into the bushes. She wouldn’t be able to escape. She knew that, to think otherwise was stupid. He’d just catch her.

The woman joined the man and Samantha, she could see that the drugs were already starting to work, Samantha’s eyes looked unfocused, they moved slowly as she tried to look around. The man had placed Samantha down, he was standing over her, smiling. He looked at the woman, “you did a good job today.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“You’re very welcome. If you keep it up soon you’ll get your reward.”
The woman felt a shiver of anticipation move through her body, then felt it die as she looked at Samantha. Her reward was release, but would it be worth it after all this? This wasn’t the first woman they had taken together and it wouldn’t be the last. She didn’t know what he did with them, oh sure she could guess, but she didn’t know, nor did she want to. That wasn’t her concern. He kept her safe, he kept her fed, he looked after her and she only had to follow a few rules in return.

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About Alan James Keogh

I am a 24 year old writer who somehow tricked U.C.D. into giving me not only a degree in English and Classical studies, but an Hons Masters in Creative Writing too. Visit my blog where I post short stories twice a week (Monday and Wednesday) and an installment of a serialised novel on Fridays. I did consider writing this in the third person, as though it was written by someone else, but Alan is not comfortable writing in the third person as it seems kinda creepy and unbalanced so Alan decided it was probably best to write in the first person. He hopes it went well for him.
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