The trials and tribulations of Kate the ex model
Episode 1 : captured
By the Masked Writer
Kate trembles like a leaf, out of breath. She locked herself up in this shabby motel room for an hour, but she's still scared. She knows what it costs to flee the cursed sect.
She managed to deceive the vigilance of the guards during the night and to leave the isolated farm where she was detained with the other followers. Dressed in a simple blouse and short shorts, she ran through the woods to the road and hitchhiked. A good Samaritan picked her up and brought her to the nearest town. She was able to pay for this room at this shabby motel with this old prepaid card, which she had kept in the few things left to her by the Church of Happiness.
She has a grin when she thinks of the name of this sect in which she got trapped when she wanted to end her addiction to cocaine which threatened her modeling career. Church of Happiness! For the guru and his wife, surely! The intensive withdrawal had indeed stopped her drug use but she found herself without money and the sect had made her break all contact with her friends and family. And then there was work: first, distributing propaganda leaflets on street corners, in all weathers, then door-to-door to sell the Master's writings, then, the latter having noticed this very pretty and thin young red headed girl with blue eyes, long hair falling on shoulders of fragile appearance, long white legs, small hard breasts, she was transferred to work on the "farm" (rather the fortress) where the guru lived.
First domestic work, cleaning, cooking, washing. Then she made her first mistake: when Master called her in bed, she panicked and tried to run away. Now, it was over with the work in the comfort of the house: the master sent her into the field to pick the vegetables, bent all day under rain or sun. Then, as she had answered sharply to a guard, it was the forest, cutting branches and even trees, half naked and eaten by mosquitoes, then the quarry: naked to the waist, dragging, with other women who also displeased the Masters, transporting incredibly heavy rocks on wheelbarrows, under the blows and insults of the guards.
During this heavy work, she had learned two things: first, she was not strong. She who had always considered herself a young girl in great shape could then see how weak were the muscles of her long thin arms and her narrow back. She was constantly humiliated by women twice her age whose head did reach the height of her shoulder but who showed more strength and endurance than anything that her 5'10 "and 118 pound frame could provide. They jostled her, they intimidated her. One would make a hook-in-leg to her and the guards laughed to see her long carcass collapsing in the gravel. Others just took her meager breakfast from her hands and, seeing her protest, pushed her to the ground with a scuffle.
She had to endure the insults, to be called skinny, wimp, weak, tall twig and sack of bones. Hear the sturdier girls talk about her "stilts", feel her biceps and call them noodles, laugh while pricking her protruding ribs, tell her that she is flat like a dab, white like a dead fish, etc.
The second thing she had learned: that Church was that of Sadism and Exploitation but certainly not that of Happiness. Everybody was terrified of the Master and his wife. And she decided to run away.
Now, at 19, she didn't even have a paper to prove her identity. Her card would soon run out and she did not have any money left anywhere. The cult took it all.
She sits on the edge of the bed crying and shaking. She is sure they will try to find her. They cannot let her go to the police. She still hesitates.
At that moment somebody knock on the door. She feels the blood leave her face and her heart stops.
She walks cautiously towards the single window and raises a corner of the curtain. She sees a middle-aged black-haired woman in her forties, dressed in cropped jeans and a T-shirt, showing strong arms covered in tattoos. Behind her, as a young athletic man in a sports tracksuit. She knows them, they are members of the sect.
Panic takes hold of her. A glance tells her that the door is locked, but she has little trust in the strength of the locks at this shabby motel. She hesitates for a moment and this second of hesitation is fatal to her. The woman saw her in the space cleared by the raised curtain.
-" Get out of there! Master's order! " She shouts. Kate drops the curtain as if it were a poisonous beast. With terrified looks, she seeks a way out. Then she thinks:
-" The bathroom! "
She runs towards the small room. She hears knocks on the bedroom door. As fast as she can, she enters the bathroom, grabs the hair dryer and, with all her might, use it to break the small window glass, located more than six feet from the floor. Without looking at what is going on behind her, she uses the dryer to remove the pieces of glass and hears a deaf crack that tells her that the door has just given way, opened with a blow of the shoulder by the robust young man. Without looking back, she climbs onto the toilet bowl and tries to slip through the narrow window. She is thin enough to pass through.
-Oh ! No! Shouts the young man behind her. She has just slipped her shoulders into the window when she feels two muscular arms grab her waist and pull her back.
The man puts his arms around her waist and literally throws her out of the bathroom. Kate screams in pain when she bangs her shoulder against the door frame. She falls on all fours. Eyes filled with tears she tries to get up but the woman with the tattoo grabs her by the wrists and brutally brings her arms behind her back.
- "No need to resist you come with us!" She scolds.
Panic gives a boost of energy to the girl who desperately kicks behind and, with a lucky stroke, heel strikes the crotch of the woman who releases her wrists and collapses on her knees with a groan.
It takes a moment for Kate to realize that she is free but the man is already rushing towards her. She wants to run towards the exit but the young fellow, with a leap, brutally thrusts her to the ground. With her forehead, she hits the carpet and, dazed, cannot keep the man from grabbing her arms just above the elbows and lift her up unceremoniously. She moans when she feels the strong fingers sink into the thin muscles of her biceps.
Meanwhile the woman got up, her face red with pain and rage. She approaches and, without warning, sends a punch in Kate’s flat but soft stomach and breathless, she would have collapsed like a rag doll if the young man had not supported her by holding her by the arms.
Without further hesitation, the woman lift the girl by the hair and strike her in the face with a powerful dry backhand.
This time Kate falls back completely inert on the man who drops her and let her fall, limp, on the ground.
- “Go get the tape! Orders the woman. The young man leaves while his companion watches the victim who moans weakly on the ground. One hears opening the trunk of a car and the young man returns with a roll of metallic gray ribbon and a pair of scissors in his hands. Kate begins to come to herself and painfully straightens up on her elbows. The woman's foot hits her on the shoulder, causing her to fall on her back. In an instant, the woman takes the scissors and the ribbon from the hands of her accomplice and cuts a short piece of ribbon. She leans over and places it suddenly on the girl's mouth. Kate wants to put her hand to her mouth to remove this annoying accessory but the woman grabs her wrists and nails her to the ground without difficulty.
-" Oh no! " she says. The young man, who has taken the scissors and the ribbon, cuts a longer piece and grabs Kate's ankles, as she weakly tries to kick. The woman then releases a wrist and, with one hand, squeezes her throat. Kate starved of air, struggles all the more and, with her free hand, tries to loosen the embrace but, soon, her forces fails her and the young man ties her ankles together with the adhesive tape. In an instant, Kate sees herself turned over on her stomach and her attackers tie her hands behind her back.
Once immobilized, she is easily lifted by the young man who takes throws her on his shoulder like a room linen package and carries her out of the motel room, to the car waiting for them. Violently, he drops her in the trunk which he closes on her.
Dazed, sore, paralyzed, Kate hears the engine go and tears of fear, pain and rage run down her cheeks when she realizes she is back in Master's power.
To be continued
