Assembly Line - Opening Page

October 16, 3007

This is the opening to a short story - would you turn the page????

      When he had first awakened, cuffed to a narrow metal bed, starkers and weaponless, Jared had at first not believed he was still alive, at least as he knew life. When he found out where he was, and what they were going to do with him, he was incredulous, then angry, then humiliated, then steely calm. They could poke and prod, put things where they never should have gone, inflicting pain every step of the way, but he would endure this humiliation, this torture, and bide his time. A special agent has special skills, and his were formidable.
      No weapon? No problem. Ditto no clothes. A big man, a tall man, a man whose shoulders were wide enough to need special tailoring or real stretchy fabric, he decided that he would take perverse pleasure in being made into a sex toy for the rich and bored. It wasn't he the women, and the few men, would be playing with. And like as not, none of them would ever see him in the flesh.
      So he had assumed an air of resignation, acted defeated, offered no resistance, and it had worked. His jailors had become complacent, and with that, they had also become careless. Very careless. A forgotten lock. The handcuffs on too loosely. A turned back.
      He had killed swiftly and surely, and hid the evidence. He had roamed all over the factory, his sixth sense and sharp eyes helping him avoid the traps and the cameras. All the while, he bided his time. But getting out of here had been impossible.
      The place was worse than Fort Knox! Then he wondered just how secure that mythical place was. Whatever it had, this had it worse. What were they guarding? Sex toys? No, something else. His computer skills came into their own when he broke into their systems, and he examined every file they had thought to have hidden. In a few days, there were a few missing guards, and few missing supplies, he had a good idea what they had really planned for him, and it wasn't very pretty. The sex dolls would be all that was left of him.
      All that stood between him and freedom was the blond hellion in the form-fitting jumpsuit who vetted the sexual performance of the dolls. Her and her very big gun.

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