Love’s Worth

    Susan Swain, a middle aged woman, lived the life befitting a princess. She had a beautiful estate left to her by her parents, who had come from old money. A husband, she had never thought she’d find; a successful man with charm and charisma, and the good looks to go with it. Women, when in his company, were unable to keep their eyes off of him. He had swept her off her feet the very first day he had come to the bank, where she had been employed as a teller, and where he was now the President.

    Besides the good-life she lived, Susan had friends. She had gained the respect of her community as well, from the charitable work she preformed on a regular basis.

 But on this particularly, rainy and stormy afternoon, as she climbed into her car, she was not a happy woman. She was in fact a very confused, scared, and worried woman. She couldn’t help but feel that all she had worked for over the last several years, was now coming to an end.

 After a long debate with herself, and a call to her sister, she decided she just had to get away from her husband. The affair she was certain he was carrying on, (though she had no real substantial proof) with another woman who also worked for him, just as she had done, was more then she could bear, any longer.

     As she backed her Mercedes out of the garage, she found her way blocked by a large black sedan. Not knowing whom it could be, she stopped and stepped from her car. She was instantly confronted by a man that seemed to come out of nowhere. He was frightening in a dark ski mask, and was pointing a gun at her face. Before her mind could register what was happening, she was forced into the back seat of the sedan where another ski-masked man was waiting.

    She was immediately grabbed by the hair and painfully forced down into his lap. 

    “Scream and I’ll kill you,” she was told in a rough Spanish accent.

    A moment later, she heard the garage door closing. Then she heard the man she believed to be the one that had forced her into the car, climb into the front seat and drive away.

    Being held down, she heard the two men conversing in Spanish. Though she had studied Spanish in high school, she could not make out what it was they were saying to each other.

     Susan was now more frightened than she had ever been in her life. As the car rolled along and the men talked, she tried to make some sense of what was happening. She was trembling and scared, but slowly she began to try to gain some control of her fear. Then her fears became even more rampant. The men had stopped talking. The one holding her down tied some type of silky cloth around her head, blindfolding her. The next thing she knew he was forcing her mouth down on his erect penis. The man driving the car was laughing and seemed to be cheering his companion on.

     The act gagged her as she did her best to resist, until the man hit her hard on the back of her head. “Suck it bitch!” he told her in a violent voice. “You do me good. Maybe I no kill you.”

     Susan felt violated by the act, she again feared for her life. It was at that point she had decided she would do as she was told. She would remain as calm as possible and cooperate with her captures, but if the opportunity presented itself, she’d escape and damn the consequences.

      Not knowing for sure just how much time had passed, Susan was aware that they had driven a good distance, though she had no idea in which direction. She was also aware that the man in the back seat with her had used a knife to cut her blouse from her, as he forced her to perform the oral act on him.

     She had no idea that the car had even come to a stop, until she felt the other man, who had apparently joined them in the back seat. Pain ripped through her when he lifted her skirt and entered her from behind.

    How long, and how many times they had taken advantage of her, she had no idea. She could, however, remember the men had turned her around roughly, and had changed positions several times. At times one was very abrasive with her. He had beaten her about the head, and had slapped her face when she didn’t perform the way he wanted her to. Her body, too, had been bruised in several places. Her bottom burned from being slapped repeatedly.

    Then suddenly it stopped. Unable to see, she could hear them breathing very hard. Neither of the men had a hand on her. She felt temporarily free and decided it was time, while they were in a drained state, to make haste at an attempt to escape. Even if it meant death, she knew in her heart that she had to get away from these men.

     Slowly, Susan reached for the blindfold. When she removed it she saw that there was only one man in the rear seat with her. He was struggling with his trousers trying to get his legs into them. Quick