Precious Cargo (Companion piece to Shannon for Sale)

[Kendall]

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This is a companion piece to my entry entitled Shannon for Sale.

i woke and, with a sleepy smile, reached behind me for my fiancée. She wasn’t there, the spot was empty. I sat up. The ensuite light was on and the door was closed so I figured she was in there and snuggled back under my covers. I woke up later the sun was peeking over the horizon. It had been 2:07 when I had woken up the first time and now it was 7:05. She wasn’t in bed, still had she come to bed and happened to be up again? I shuffled across the bedroom to the closed door. I knocked.
“Honey?” I called. I was met with silence. “Babe, I’m coming in,” I said, concern in my voice. After waiting for a response, and not receiving one, I opened the door. Nobody was in there. I even pushed the shower curtain aside to see if she had fallen in the tub, but she wasn’t there either. I rushed back into the bedroom and to the window. Her car was still in the driveway. If her car was here, so was she. I went all over the house looking for my fiancée, my dearest, my Shannon. She wasn’t anywhere in the house, so, running back into my bedroom, I picked up my phone that had been charging over night, and called the police.
“911 emergency.”
“My fiancée is missing,” I nearly screamed into the phone.
“Calm down ma’am, what’s your address?”
“It’s 1140 Ceder Creek,” I said as calmly as I could, which admittedly wasn’t very calm at all.
“And what’s your name and your fiancée’s name?” she asked, trying to calm me down with her tone.
“My name is Carrie Bennett, and my fiancée is Shannon Bell.”
“Thank you, ma’am, officers have been dispatched to your location.” She stayed on the line with me until there was a knocking at the door, identifying herself as a police officer. I hung up with dispatch and answered the door.
As Shannon seemed to have disappeared from our place, it became a crime scene and I knew well enough, in disappearances the significant other, which of course was me, was the prime suspect, especially since her car was here. However, they found no evidence of me being in Shannon’s car, and since my car was in the garage, thus I would have to move Shannon’s car to get mine out. Her keys, wallet, and phone were all missing too, but her phone went immediately to voice mail. As they chased down leads, I became more desperate, knowing with every hour they spent looking for her and not finding her, the hopes of finding her were fading. Finally, after several hours, I was told to go to a hotel as my house was still a crime zone. Once I checked in, I called the cute redhead cop and gave her which hotel I was in, and my room number and other contact info. I wished I could enjoy the view but as spectacular as the view was, I was too worried about Shannon. The next call, I made, was to Shannon’s parents. I hung up, feeling powerless, feeling like I needed to do something but couldn’t. I flopped onto the impossibly soft bed. In spite of my grief and fear, I fell asleep.
I dreamt, I was in a forest, but all the trees were dead and leafless. There was a chill in the air, and I was wrapped in a blanket. I heard a voice call out to me.
“Carrie!” The voice was fearful, it was Shannon’s voice. I started running toward it, but then I heard it again, from a different direction.
“Carrie!” It called out.
“Shannon, where are you?” I responded. Shannon’s voice again from a third direction, behind me this time.
“Carrie, help me!”
“Where are you, love?” I call out into the dead forest. Snow had begun to fall gently. Shannon called out again, it seemed to be in the same direction as last time, so I ran forward, somehow dodging branches, and roots as I ran in the direction of the love of my life’s voice. I came to the edge of the forest and a sudden cliff edge with a deep ravine.
“SHANNON!” I hollered.
“CAW!” I heard right behind me. Instinctively, I jumped back. A crow, bigger than I’ve ever seen, sat on a tree branch right behind me.
“CAW,” it said again.
“What…”
“CAW!”
I sat up in bed, immediately fully awake. The crows ‘cawing’ had morphed into my phone. The sun had just begun its downward descent as I grabbed my phone, hoping, praying, it was Shannon. I didn’t recognize the number.
“Hello?” I asked hoping to hear my beloved’s voice on the other end of the line.
“Is this Carrie Bennett?” the voice on the other end of the line asked.
“Yes,” I answered.
“This’s Officer Donahue. We have some information about your girlfriend. We need to talk with you in person.” She informed me, “I’m on my way to your hotel right now.” Normally I would have found this a little suspicious, but in the current state, I was desperate for any information on Shannon. Grabbing my room key, purse, and wallet, I headed downstairs to the lobby. I recognized her red hair immediately and made a beeline for her. I followed her out to the car. She opened the driver side back door as, who I presumed was her partner, was sitting in the front passenger seat. As I buckled my belt and we drove off, everything seemed alright but then we turned down a road that I knew was definitely not the way to police station. I began to worry that Shannon had been killed and her body buried out there.
“Where are we going?” The man in the front turned quickly, his gun at my chest.
“Shut it bitch,” he snapped. Officer Donahue said nothing. I sat here, fear griping my heart, as the trees grew heavier and heavier. We pulled up to a densely forested area with a stream on the left with trees along the other bank and nothing but trees on the passenger side. Officer Donahue put the car in park and the man, grabbed something? from the glove box, before stepping out of the door and getting in the back, next to me. I pushed myself against the door, fumbling with the handle before realizing, like in every cop show ever, the child locks were engaged. But I kicked and struggled. Suddenly, the door I was leaning against was flung open and I was yanked backwards and dumped on the ground as pain erupted throughout my body as the minimal snow that was staying was too minimal to effect my fall. As I looked up, I saw Officer Donahue and another man standing over me. I was flipped on my stomach, and I felt handcuffs encircle my wrists securing them together behind me. A booted foot slammed down between my shoulder blades and a moment later the first man had circled the side and officer Donahue was rolling up my sleeve. I felt a sharp prick in my arm before I was dragged to my feet and forced back in the car even as darkness overtook me.
I awoke to a world of darkness. I’m seated in a wooden seat, my ankles tied to the top of the rear legs. My ankles are tied to the front legs. I was blindfolded, ball gagged wearing a pair of panties and a sports bra. The cement floor underneath my bare feet was wet. I could hear a mechanical voice, droning on in a language that I didn’t understand. A door opened ahead and to my left. It sounded like a heavy steel door. I think I counted two sets of foot falls, one heavier than the other. A hand roughly gripped my chin and lifted my head to face forward. As I was still tied and blindfolded every touch, every movement, every sound, was terrifying. The hand was soft, feminine. I wanted to growl, assuming it was Donahue.
“Our next item,” Officer Donahue’s voice interrupted my thoughts, “let’s start the bidding for this beauty at $12,000.” Item, bidding? What hell was going on? It dawned on me, I was being sold, probably on some dark web site. I began to cry. The droning mechanical voice was much louder now. Almost like a computer had been placed in front of me, was that the sound? The mechanical, robotic voice was the computer reading off the bids and they were coming out fast. In any other situation, I might have been flattered, but I was terrified. Then suddenly, after a while of this, there was a short series of beeps.
“We have a winner. Congratulations to Sheikh Bin Suliman, she’s yours. Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for tuning in and participating. This concludes tonight’s auction.” By this time, tears were pouring from under my blindfold, which was removed a few moments later. The harsh lights after being blindfolded for so long, burned and took a few seconds to clear. Several cameras and computers were arrayed in front of me. In the centre one, the one that faced me head on, I saw myself staring back at me. I began worrying that my Shannon had faced the same fate. I hoped there was some reasonable explanation to Shannon’s disappearance and that my love hadn’t faced the same fate. The man who had stepped out of the trees was sitting at another computer screen and tapped a few keys before turning to Donahue and nodded.
“Before you get shipped to Saudi Arabia, we want you to see something,” she said from behind me, her soft hand racing up my cheek so gently, became an iron grip around a fistful of hair. I watched as the picture in front of me changed to a spilt screen. On the left-hand side, was a dollar amount that was climbing, on the righthand side, was a bound and ball gagged, Shannon. My heart broke. My fiancée, the love of my life, Shannon had not escaped this cruel fate.
The rain was light and gentle as I was escorted to a rather nice car. The seats were leather and despite my hands secured behind me, I was comfortable. At least as comfortable as possible as someone being sold into slavery as someone could possibly be. The drive was relatively short as we followed the river. The river ran to the lake. Across the lake was a private airstrip. A short time later, I was pulled out of the car. A sailboat was sitting docked, rocking a little bit from the wind and increased rain. I was carried onto the boat and under the deck and tied to the mast with my wrists around it. The lake wasn’t too large, so after about 15 minutes or so, we stopped and then, another minute or so, I was untied and hustled up the stairs across the dock and down the pier. I could hear a small plane nearby. As it came into view, I saw it and a tall well dressed man in what looked to be a security or cop next to the stairs. Once I was loaded onto the opulent plane, and my ankles were shackled, the doors were closed and soon the plane was airborne and I was off to my new life as a sex slave. I didn’t know what my new life would be like, but I knew I would never see the love of my life, my Shannon ever again.

[darklord]

Nice to see your work here, Kendall

[Vela Nanashi]

Ok so not directly a followup to Shannon, and here the police tag would make more sense than it felt it did in Shannon for Sale, that did not to me directly reference cops.

Ankles tied to both front and back legs of chair, I will assume front as that is easier to picture, but one could tie ankles to back legs too I suppose.

Also another short story with just the abduction and sale, would have wanted more, but you got the emotions right on this one too

[Kendall]

Yeah Vela, both were always intended to be short, in fact this one wa longer than intended it to be.