Chapter 3: Rising Action
The shorter Repo woman smiled at Sarah, her lips curling upwards in a predatory manner.
Sarah stood naked before the Repo women, her arms at her sides and her head bowed. She could feel their eyes burning into her skin, her exposed flesh tingling with anticipation.
The Repo women left her, dazed and naked in her living room while they made their final checks. Eventually they returned.
"Looks like you're still a bit short of money" the first woman said, grinning "I don't suppose you've heard about the new debt slavery laws?"
Sarah shook her head, feeling a cold sweat break out on her forehead. She knew what debt slavery was, but she hadn't realized that it had become legal.
"You're looking at three years of work to pay off your debts" the first woman continued, her expression growing harder. "But don't worry, I'm sure you'll be a valuable asset to the company"
Sarah's heart sank at the thought of spending three years as a slave.
She didn't know if she could survive that long, let alone pay off her debts. But there was nothing she could do, the Repo women had left and she was alone in her apartment.
She lay down on the hard, cheap mattress and cried. She had never felt so lost and alone in her life. She had lost everything and now she was going to be sold as a slave for three years. All because she had invested in a business that had failed.
One of the women stepped forward, a simple looking collar in her hands.
"This is for you, to help us keep track of you." She fastened it around Sarah's neck and then gave her a quick glance. "You look good in it," she said, with a hint of appreciation in her voice.
Sarah flushed with embarrassment, but she couldn't deny the thrill of arousal that coursed through her at the woman's words. The thought of being owned, even temporarily, sent a shiver down her spine.
Before she knew what was happening, the woman were pushing her out of her now empty apartment and led her down the halls of the building. She was still completely naked, her bare feet slapping on the floor
with every step. She felt the cool air brush against her skin as they passed through the lobby and into the crisp morning air.
She was still in shock, the events of the previous night playing over and over again in her mind. She tried to make sense of it all, but couldn't bring herself to fully understand what had happened. She was a prisoner, and had no idea what was in store for her in the coming days, weeks, or months.
As they walked, she couldn't help but notice the way the tall woman's muscular legs moved in sync with her gait.
The Repo women opened the back of their van where Sarah saw a small cage, just large enough for a person.
They secured her inside, her hands and feet cuffed to the bars. The van took off, Sarah feeling every bump and turn as they drove down the road. Her body was sore from the previous night's activities, and she felt
a mix of exhaustion and arousal as the van bounced along.
The tall Repo woman sat opposite Sarah, her eyes fixed on Sarah's body. Sarah shifted uncomfortably, feeling like she was being inspected like a piece of meat.
"So, Sarah," the tall Repo woman said, her voice low and husky.
"Do you have any last requests before you go to your new home?"
Sarah didn't answer, she just looked down at her bound hands, feeling a mix of dread and anticipation.
The Repos laughed, amused by the situation. "Don't worry, we'll take care of you," the shorter Repo Woman said, her voice gentle. "You'll be well taken care of."
Sarah felt her heart race at the thought of being taken care of by these women.