Powerless by Evelyn J. Steward (ereader for comics .TXT) 📕

her? Marla, the sex slave.

Two weeks almost. She had counted the days. He had her at least twice, sometimes three times a day, every day. There was just a numbness where her body lay, apart from the times he escorted her to the bathroom. He always went out early and came back hours later. She supposed he had a normal job to go to.
Then one day he did not return. She lay there a further day alone and without food or water, or his attentions.
She had fallen asleep when a crash woke her. Lots of footsteps thudded down the stairs.
“Marla Dickenson? Are you Marla?” It was the police, finally.

They took her to the hospital, keeping her in a few days. Doctors checked her over. A special nurse took samples, swabs. Checked the bruises and other damage. Then she gently talked to Marla, took her statement. She would need to go back some weeks later in case she was pregnant, it was too early to tell yet, and for any sexual disease he may have given her but for now she was being cared for.
Detective Sarjeant Harris told her that the man had disappeared. She had been taken only a few miles from her home but the paperwork took time to match up, they said.
Someone else had been taken and they found her first. They had watched his movements and located the place where they found Marla. It seemed she and the other woman were both treated in a similar fashion. Another detective made the flippant remark, “I have no idea where he got all his energy from. Must have been at it like rabbits.”
The trouble was, they never did catch him. He melted away like snow on a sunny day, never to be heard of again.

Gary could not bear to be with her after all the man did to her. She never felt she wanted another man in her life. So she never married, never had children and she never forgot.

Copyright Evelyn J. Steward November, 2011
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Publication Date: 11-14-2011

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