It was the first day of school for Ying. She was born in China and sent to live in America. Her family was paid for her and never questioned it. they sold her into slavery. She spent her first eight years in a sweatshop. She did whatever she was told. Her life was shaping up to be bleak and miserable working sixteen hours a day. Then it became worse. One day a woman named Sequoia showed up to claim her. Sequoia was a short white woman with dirty long unkempt brown dreadlocks and the smell of marijuana. She paid the sweatshop owner for Ying and they were off. They wound up at an old colonial house with a wraparound porch. That day Ying was fitted for a distinctly Japanese style of kimono red and heavy. The kimono was padded to hide her age. They knew that some of the customers like them very young. That was the first day Ying was a sex slave. She spent years being raped by men willing to pay a price to have a young girl. She never knew any of their names. They were all “Johns”.
About a year before she was liberated by her new family she met a “John” she would see again one day. He was a white guy in his forties with short brown hair that was thinning on the top. He called a number looking for something special. That night Sequoia brought him Ying. by this time, Ying was a veteran of this depraved act. She knew she had to act as if he was the first and try and fight him off. Most of it wasn’t an act she wanted anything to be able to win that fight. She knew she couldn’t get far but she could run. She had once almost escaped when a John instead of raping her paid her to go then in some sort of guilt took her to a shelter. She barely made it in the door when they stopped her and brought her back. That night they beat her until her eyes were swollen shut. So that night she didn’t win the fight and her life went on.
Then two years later she finds herself in a classroom with a teacher she knows. He was that John. The first day came and went without him saying anything. Ying began to think that to white people “all Asian girls look alike.” With some effort, she was on par with the rest of the class. Ying liked to read. She was new to it but spent every waking hour reading anything she could get her hands on. Most of her class wrote book reports on Harry Potter and The Hunger Games, Ying covered Leo Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina.
One day while sitting at his desk her teacher Mr. Grater recognized Ying. he turned white as a ghost and just a little bit hard. No one knew about his secret life. His fondness for little girls. Real little girls. To remove temptation, he taught an older class then what turned him on. now he was face-to-face with a past fling that could end up with him having a cellmate that found him pretty. He needed her to go. A little girl with such a past could easily be considered a runaway. As he stared at her he worked out a plan to pick her up and bury the evidence out in the desert.
He had her stay behind so he could talk to her about some extra credit and the book War and Peace. Once alone he would knock her out then carry her body to the car. After he had some fun he would either strangle her or just bury her alive. His plan didn’t count on Ying being able to fight back. Since being rescued Ying was working on self-defense from Tae-kwon-do to the Israeli style of fighting called Krav-Maga. He locked the door and cornered her in the room. Before he could lay a hand on her she kicked him between the uprights with such force that some ware in Florida his retired father felt it. once bent over she delivered a blow to the throat with an extended straitened hand. Gasping for breath with a raging throbbing groin Mr. Grater knew he was beaten.
In a meeting with the girl’s legal guardian woman named Alice, the principal and the police Mr. Grater said, “it was all a miss understanding and he could see where she could have thought she needed to defend herself.” That night he left town as Ying told Alice who he was.
Two years later he was back on top. A teacher for a prep school in upstate California teaching young girls. He was surrounded by his favorite flavor of jail bait. He would work on a play room in his house at night and teach his playthings by day. The play room was sound proof with a special tub for dissolving the evidence after he was done. He would hunt in his school and the surrounding schools for fresh meat. As he hung the special extra small sex swing with handcuffs he suddenly started to seize. Someone was using a taser on him.
He woke up tied up with a ball gag in his mouth. He was naked and in the swing. The sight was a little absurd. In front of him was Ying and her guardian Alice. They both had 22 automatics with suppressors. Ying said, “Hi John.” Then she shot him in the knee. The shot deflected off the bone and into his stomach. He screamed. Alice said, “scream all you want. You did a good job with this place and we have all day.”
These are short stories I wrote. Some are connected to the larger books I am working on others are just for the fun of story telling.
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