Taron had removed his shirt and used to to wrap up his hand before proceeding to sit down on the floor. He had not spoken for hours and he kept on wondering when he would be found, because there was no way Rebecca was relying on the police only for help. If that was the case, he might as well just start digging a hole, because he would not be able to get out of the prison he was put in. “Why did you take off your shirt?” Taron looked up and saw Bo. He refused to give an answer and just kept on pressing on the shirt covering his wound. “You don’t want to answer, huh?” Bo took off hos own shirt at threw it at Taron. It landed not far from where he sat. “Wear it, it would be more comfortable for you, I showered before coming.” Taron did not know if the right move for him was to accept or reject the shirt, so he left the shirt on the ground and continued with what he was doing. “Ugh, I know what you want.” Bo said and left to look around before going back to Taron with confl
Eloise sat on her bed contemplating what to do. Something did not feel right, and her maternal instincts never failed her. Except for when she left her son for the wild, but still! Something was wrong, and she knew it. She could feel it in her bones. There was something that Anthony was not telling her. And Rebecca too! But what it was was what Eloise would like to know. Anthony had visitors, and they went up to discuss. Usually, Eloise did not like to be seen by visitors that Anthony did not introduce to her. It was a dark, dangerous world, and as much as Anthony was keeping her safe just fine, she had to do her best too. But not this time, Eloise thought. She took off her flip flops and dropped it in her personal bedroom before tip toeing up the stairs. She pressed her ear to the meeting room’s door. It was just her good fortune that whoever it was that went in last did not shut the door properly. Bad for the air conditioning, but good for Eloise. “Sir, we have traced some s
Taron was already missing for well over a month and there was no information about him that led to him. All the holes led to other situations. So far, according to Anthony, they had rescued children that were to be trafficked in two different places, and they also destroyed an illegal organ harvesting operation. All that was wonderful, but what Rebecca really wanted more than anything else was to see her boss again. “I’m not strong enough to deal with this.” She mumbled as her mind created images— gory images with Taron in them, causing her to shiver. “Taron, wherever you are, please be safe.” Rebecca’s stomach rumbled for the hundredth time, and she decided that it was time for her to finally get some food. She was starving herself on purpose, because she knew that wherever Taron was, he was most likely not eaten as much as he would have preferred to, that is, if he was being served proper food. He probably was not, and she knew that, so the guilt stayed with her as she wen
Taron felt drops of water on his face. He wiped them off with annoyance as he sat up, seeing himself on the floor of his bathroom. “How— what is going on? Was I dreaming all this while?” Taron asked himself as he stood up, his shirt drenched in water. Taron looked around. “I must have sworn that I was not here.” He was confused, but mostly relieved to not be in the company of those rats that took him away and that strange, cloaked woman. “Taron!” Eloise called out. Taron looked around and got out of the bathroom. “Mom? Why aren’t you with Anthony?” “Taron! Come here my boy!” Eloise continued to scream. “What do you want?” Taron looked around, wondering why it was starting to turn dark so quickly. Wasn’t the sun high up a few minutes ago? Taron went downstairs and saw Eloise cutting meat open with a knife in the living room. “Why are you doing that? We have three kitchens for a reason!” Taron yelled at his mom and went to take the meat and knife away. “Where are the
“What do you mean that they did not find Taron?” Rebecca sounded annoyed when she heard that. “Do not raise your voice at me, I want him to be found as much as you want him to.” Anthony scolded Rebecca and she sighed. “What about that other guy?” Rebecca asked. “Don’t worry about him anymore, he has been taken care of.” Anthony sighed. “Why are you guys not putting me in the loop? I want to know about everything that is going on too.” Rebecca complained. She felt like they were throwing her out of it because they felt that she was inexperienced and young, and not able to handle what they were going to dish out. But that was not entirely true. Rebecca had heard Taron and Anthony talk about things like this and she was getting better at keeping her dinner down when she heard what happened to the children and men and women who were taken. Especially the women and children. “You know, I can handle what all of you are talking about, and I feel like you are being unfair b
Rebecca had been in and out and over her head. She had not been able to think straight, or even sleep right since Taron was abducted. The only reason she was able to take some kind of control over the company was because she knew that Tarim would never allow it to fall to shambles because of any discomfort. That was what kept her going. She sighed as she looked into the mirror and looked herself over for the last time. She was sure that due to how terrible her mental state was, everything would be going downhill, and that would include her dressing. One of Rebecca’s biggest fear was going to work and having something on her, maybe a party on her hair, or unbrushed brows. Rebecca always convinced herself, making herself believe that Taron was alive, but he was probably being kept hostage by some kind of psychopath, and that was the only reason he was not back yet. Not that he was dead. Rebecca was not sure, of course, but she loved to tell herself that like it was some kind of hope
Tarpon had spent days in this woman’s bedroom, and he was suffering, in spite of the fact that he received better food and water than what he used to get at his old cell. In fact, some times, he was allowed to move freely, but only around her room and to go and use the bathroom. Taron had watched this woman do unspeakable things to different living things, had watched her fall and sing and dance like someone who was possessed, and saw her perform what she called the best personal ritual. Valerie was an avid masturbator. Not that Taron was judging her for that alone, he hated the fact that he was in here with her. He preferred living in ignorance to being exposed to this everyday. Taron sat on the stool in his cage. He had just come out from the bathroom a few minutes ago and he was dressing up, taking his time. Valerie had already seen him naked, so he did not bother to hurry up because of modesty. Not especially when he knew that his body was gorgeous. Not that he wanted her to
Anthony was the most relieved he had ever felt since the news that Taron was taken away got through to him. The young man had grown on him, and Anthony had loved him just as much as he loved his own sons. And Eloise was breathing better too. He could tell my the little bit of brightness in her face that she was hopeful, and he would rather die than watch the light fade from her face instead of making it shine brighter. Eloise had a little bag ready for him, and in that was a picture of her, and a handkerchief doused in her favorite perfume with her lip prints all over. It had become tradition for Eloise to give Anthony those whenever he was going to be away for more than two days, and they were not sure how long it would take to rescue Taron, as the drive was hours away. They were using his helicopter, so the journey would be much more faster and Anthony was still scheming in his head for a strategy. "Thank you, my beautiful wife." Anthony collected the bag and kissed Eloise on