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Authors: Evelyn Glass
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you have been careful and precise, and you have done everything to keep me safe, even when it didn’t do the same thing for you. I’m in this with you, because you’re in it with me.”
He nodded, after a long time. “All right.”
She leaned forward, and she sealed the promise with a kiss. It was a soft kiss, and the feeling of his stubble scraping along her chin was delicious, safe, and wonderful. “Don’t give in to them,” she whispered. “I don’t care what they do to me. Don’t give in to them.”
“They won’t let us go home if we don’t,” he said. “I don’t think they’ll hurt us, not physically, but they’ll keep us here. Neither of us have papers, neither of us speak the language. I don’t even know what city we’re in, so I can’t find out if there’s an American embassy here, and I don’t know how to ask. That’s the thing, Zoey. They don’t have to hurt us. Two weeks, and we’ll be begging to tell them anything, just so we can get out of these rooms.”
She shifted her hips just a little, and he laughed, tightening his arms.
“There’s only so much sex two people can have,” he said.
“Granted.” She rested her forehead against his for a moment and tried to think. “So what do we do? How do we get out of this?”
“I don’t know. Is it better that I agree now, tell them I’ll keep whatever partnership they want until we get back to the States, and then contact the authorities? Or will they keep us here anyway?” Alex shook his head. “We don’t have enough information, and I don’t know how to get more.”
“I’m really regretting learning Spanish instead of Mandarin at school,” Zoey said. “Not that I could have learned Mandarin at my school.”
He gave her a wry look. “Mandarin wouldn’t have helped you. Everyone we’ve encountered so far is speaking Cantonese.”
“And you speak Mandarin, not Cantonese?”
He shrugged. “My Mandarin is awful, barely enough to say ‘let’s shake on it,’ but it’s better than my Cantonese. I can recognize it, but I can’t understand it.”
“Does that tell you anything about where we are?”
Another one of those long pauses, and then he shook his head again. “If I had my phone and could search it? Maybe? But without that, no. And even if there is a city in the world where basically everyone speaks Cantonese, that doesn’t mean we’re not somewhere entirely different, where Tanaka hired people who speak Cantonese just in case my fluency was greater than he knew.”
Another thing they couldn’t prove without getting free and might very well just throw themselves from the frying pan into the fire. Wandering a city as a Westerner with no money and no documentation, hoping someone would take pity on them and point towards the Embassy—assuming there even was one—sounded like a good way to become the kind of horror story that travel agents used as cautionary tales.
She wanted to suggest something entirely different, completely revolutionary, that would change the tenor of the conversation. Her mind was empty, and all she could think about was how good he smelled, how wonderful it felt to be in his arms again, and how much she needed this man in her life. She knew a lot of it was a stress reaction, but that didn’t make it feel any less real. She shifted her hips over his again. His hardness had faded, but he still let out a quiet noise of pleasure and grated the harsh stubble of his cheek over the soft skin on her neck. She shivered and thought about fucking him here on this couch, about connecting their two bodies as deeply as she could manage, and trying to believe that would be enough to pull them back together and make her feel safe again. After the last two weeks, it was very possible that safe was something that would be felt by something else.
“I don’t know why he brought me back here,” Alex said between brushing kisses against
He nodded, after a long time. “All right.”
She leaned forward, and she sealed the promise with a kiss. It was a soft kiss, and the feeling of his stubble scraping along her chin was delicious, safe, and wonderful. “Don’t give in to them,” she whispered. “I don’t care what they do to me. Don’t give in to them.”
“They won’t let us go home if we don’t,” he said. “I don’t think they’ll hurt us, not physically, but they’ll keep us here. Neither of us have papers, neither of us speak the language. I don’t even know what city we’re in, so I can’t find out if there’s an American embassy here, and I don’t know how to ask. That’s the thing, Zoey. They don’t have to hurt us. Two weeks, and we’ll be begging to tell them anything, just so we can get out of these rooms.”
She shifted her hips just a little, and he laughed, tightening his arms.
“There’s only so much sex two people can have,” he said.
“Granted.” She rested her forehead against his for a moment and tried to think. “So what do we do? How do we get out of this?”
“I don’t know. Is it better that I agree now, tell them I’ll keep whatever partnership they want until we get back to the States, and then contact the authorities? Or will they keep us here anyway?” Alex shook his head. “We don’t have enough information, and I don’t know how to get more.”
“I’m really regretting learning Spanish instead of Mandarin at school,” Zoey said. “Not that I could have learned Mandarin at my school.”
He gave her a wry look. “Mandarin wouldn’t have helped you. Everyone we’ve encountered so far is speaking Cantonese.”
“And you speak Mandarin, not Cantonese?”
He shrugged. “My Mandarin is awful, barely enough to say ‘let’s shake on it,’ but it’s better than my Cantonese. I can recognize it, but I can’t understand it.”
“Does that tell you anything about where we are?”
Another one of those long pauses, and then he shook his head again. “If I had my phone and could search it? Maybe? But without that, no. And even if there is a city in the world where basically everyone speaks Cantonese, that doesn’t mean we’re not somewhere entirely different, where Tanaka hired people who speak Cantonese just in case my fluency was greater than he knew.”
Another thing they couldn’t prove without getting free and might very well just throw themselves from the frying pan into the fire. Wandering a city as a Westerner with no money and no documentation, hoping someone would take pity on them and point towards the Embassy—assuming there even was one—sounded like a good way to become the kind of horror story that travel agents used as cautionary tales.
She wanted to suggest something entirely different, completely revolutionary, that would change the tenor of the conversation. Her mind was empty, and all she could think about was how good he smelled, how wonderful it felt to be in his arms again, and how much she needed this man in her life. She knew a lot of it was a stress reaction, but that didn’t make it feel any less real. She shifted her hips over his again. His hardness had faded, but he still let out a quiet noise of pleasure and grated the harsh stubble of his cheek over the soft skin on her neck. She shivered and thought about fucking him here on this couch, about connecting their two bodies as deeply as she could manage, and trying to believe that would be enough to pull them back together and make her feel safe again. After the last two weeks, it was very possible that safe was something that would be felt by something else.
“I don’t know why he brought me back here,” Alex said between brushing kisses against
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