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As she drew in her breath to scream, her husband spoke from the corner of the room. "Ah, you're awake. I was afraid I'd miss the chance to explain what's happening."
Angrily, she responded. "You'd better explain. What the hell is this?" she asked, while futilely attempting to raise her arms. His calm smile gave her a shiver of fear. She was used to dominating her husband with her anger. Now she was helpless, tied down, and he was unaffected by her fury.
"Well, first of all, I drugged your wine. I needed you, shall we say, passive, while I prepared you for the evening." His smile widened. "I mean, I didn't think you'd stay still long enough for me to shave you, considering how adamantly you've refused to do it all these years."
She struggled to raise her head enough to get a glimpse down her body. What she could see was bare. "You bastard! How dare you..."
He shrugged. "I probably wouldn't have, but it was requested, so..."
"Requested?" she squeaked in surprise. "What do you mean? Why?"
"I'll explain. First off, you scared the dickens out of me when you told me that you were going off to spend the weekend with Mike, and that either I could just suck it up or 1, Mike would beat the 'shit' out of me, and 2, you'd take everything from me in the divorce. Then you went off and left me to dwell on it for three days.
"If that wasn't bad enough, when you came back you were all 'aglow' with how great the sex had been, insisting on giving me a blow-by-blow account of your weekend. Then you gave me that malicious little smile of yours and explained that Mike was going to spend New Years here with you, in our bed, and I'd have to find other accommodations for that night."
She spit out, "Mike's going to kill you! Let me go! Now!"
Her husband laughed. "If he can find me. Look, he's got New Year's with you, but before that it's Christmas Eve, and you're home with me. And I found that you haven't quite scared all the dickens out of me! Because for your present this year, I'm going to give you your own Christmas Carol."
"What! What are you talking about?" She thrashed around helplessly. "Let me go! And it's not Christmas Eve! It's only the 23rd."
"Calm down! Just think of me as Jacob Marley!" Standing up, raising his hands and shaking them, he began in a spooky voice, "You will be visited by three spirits over the next three nights to give you a chance to avoid my fate." He dropped his hands and grinned. "I don't know how Dickens fit three nights into one, but I need at least two. So tonight, you'll be visited by the first spirit, The Ghost of Christmas Past. You might remember him, or rather them, your first two husbands? It should have been a red flag for me that the 25-year-old woman I loved had already had two ex-husbands. But I was in love, and the stories you spun of their abuse just raised my sympathy, when I should have been suspicious.
"Oh, well, lesson learned. It took me a while to track them down and imagine my surprise when I found out how much you took them for in your settlements. That poor, helpless woman I took in was sitting on a small fortune. Who knew? But I've found it, along with your online passwords. You know, you shouldn't write them down, especially not with the words, Maine Bank passwords. With those, and your phone, I was able to transfer all the funds out and retrieve the confirming code they texted. Thank you. You've funded my early retirement." He laughed at her renewed fury.
"Anyway, I promised both Bill and Bob that they'd have the night with you, to do whatever they wanted. Bob said you told him to 'shove it up his ass' when you left, and he wants to return the favor. I told him you do anal all the time and that it wouldn't bother you at all. Strangely, he just looked at his fist and smiled.
"But tomorrow night, Christmas Eve, you'll be visited by the Ghost of Christmas Present. You know them too. You know, the pool boys at the club, the ones you've been flashing and teasing for the last year, while telling your friends that you'd never sleep with a dirty black boy. Well, you're their present this year. They'll all be wearing masks, because they were all worried about rape charges, so I told them that you wouldn't know who they were. And you'll be gagged, so you can't tell them I told you. Luckily for you, only twelve agreed to come. They're really looking forward to it."
He reached out and gently caressed her breasts. "I am going to miss these. But they won't go to waste. Christmas Day, you are going to go with the Ghost of your Christmas Future. It's Pedro, who works for the cartels in central Mexico. He's runs a whorehouse that he says needs a pale skinned gringa whore. He's the one who requested that you be shaved. Apparently, he planned to spend Christmas Day putting tattoos on you that will identify you as one of the cartel's whores. The police there work closely with the cartel, and the tattoos ensure that you'll be returned if you ever escape.
"You might consider being a good whore. Pedro tells me that girls that don't co-operate are useless to him, and they're moved downstream to either a house that specialized in sadism, or an entertainment troupe that specializes in animal acts. I made him promise that in either case, he'd let me know so I could be there for your 'opening night'.
"Once Pedro gets you tatted up and across the border, I'll be leaving the country for good as well. I've sold the house and emptied out all our accounts, and with your secret funds, I think there are countries where I can live quite comfortably."
He smiled benignly at her again, as she pulled at her restraints and screamed her wrath and indignation at him, while her fear showed in her eyes. "Bill and Bob will be here soon, so I'm leaving for the night. I don't want to put a cramp in their style. They really seem like nice guys. I'll see you in the morning."
At the door, he stopped. "You know, you should thank me. I told Pedro just how much you love animals, so I think you're safe from the sadists. Have a great night, sweetheart!"
