DominationSoul
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I stood naked at the edge of the water and watched until the motorboat disappeared into the distance.
* * *
The online news article about over crowded prisons barely got a glance. I was more interested in the latest fashion news. My name's Willamina, which I truly hated, preferring Mina, Johnson. I owned a small hair salon in a strip mall. I worked long hours and struggled to make a profit.
The only way I stayed in business was by building relationships with my customers and providing top notch customer service. Almost all my customers were repeat customers. Gaining new customers required promotions, which could be costly to the bottom line. I usually had only one promotion a month, and I hired one or two people from a temp agency to help during that busy time.
December promotions were the hardest and the most profitable. This December, the temp agency sent me four ladies: Trish, Candi, Leslie, and Donna, who ranged in age from 18 to 56. I always requested women because they were better with customers.
On this particular day, a tall, older man got in my face and said, “I'm going to get you arrested and put out of business for what you did to Trish.”
His anger was disturbing and frightening. “I don't know what you are talking about.” My words were wasted; he was already gone. Trish had not come to work that day, so I couldn't ask her about anything.
The police showed up an hour later with questions. Their number one question, “Where is Trish?”
Sgt. Davis said, “Is this your car?”
I looked at the picture. It looked like my car and the license plate was mine. “Yeah.”
The next picture showed Trish entering my car. “No way, I never picked up Trish in my car or any car.”
Sgt. Davis said, “We can prove Trish was in your car. Where is she?”
“I have no clue. Someone must have borrowed my car.” Which sounded so lame, I knew I was in trouble.
My lawyer told me to plead guilty and ask for mercy. I refused, thinking at least one person on the jury would believe me innocent. I was wrong.
I was given a life sentence and given a choice: an over crowded prison or a prison island. I chose the island.
* * *
Even as the sound of the boat could no longer be heard, I still didn't want to believe all that had happened. I turned from staring at the water and saw a man and woman walking toward me, stopping almost in my face.
The man said, “You are my bitch.” The woman added, “And my slave.”
I stood naked at the edge of the water and watched until the motorboat disappeared into the distance.
* * *
The online news article about over crowded prisons barely got a glance. I was more interested in the latest fashion news. My name's Willamina, which I truly hated, preferring Mina, Johnson. I owned a small hair salon in a strip mall. I worked long hours and struggled to make a profit.
The only way I stayed in business was by building relationships with my customers and providing top notch customer service. Almost all my customers were repeat customers. Gaining new customers required promotions, which could be costly to the bottom line. I usually had only one promotion a month, and I hired one or two people from a temp agency to help during that busy time.
December promotions were the hardest and the most profitable. This December, the temp agency sent me four ladies: Trish, Candi, Leslie, and Donna, who ranged in age from 18 to 56. I always requested women because they were better with customers.
On this particular day, a tall, older man got in my face and said, “I'm going to get you arrested and put out of business for what you did to Trish.”
His anger was disturbing and frightening. “I don't know what you are talking about.” My words were wasted; he was already gone. Trish had not come to work that day, so I couldn't ask her about anything.
The police showed up an hour later with questions. Their number one question, “Where is Trish?”
Sgt. Davis said, “Is this your car?”
I looked at the picture. It looked like my car and the license plate was mine. “Yeah.”
The next picture showed Trish entering my car. “No way, I never picked up Trish in my car or any car.”
Sgt. Davis said, “We can prove Trish was in your car. Where is she?”
“I have no clue. Someone must have borrowed my car.” Which sounded so lame, I knew I was in trouble.
My lawyer told me to plead guilty and ask for mercy. I refused, thinking at least one person on the jury would believe me innocent. I was wrong.
I was given a life sentence and given a choice: an over crowded prison or a prison island. I chose the island.
* * *
Even as the sound of the boat could no longer be heard, I still didn't want to believe all that had happened. I turned from staring at the water and saw a man and woman walking toward me, stopping almost in my face.
The man said, “You are my bitch.” The woman added, “And my slave.”
