Family’s Captivity
Looking at the beach house sitting on the bluff, its multi-colored stone façade and huge walls of glass sparkling in the moonlight, one could be forgiven for not guessing at the depraved events unfolding inside. Darrell groaned, his naked body covered in red marks from the constant lashing of the whip. He was tied to a sturdy, wide chair, his wrists bound to the armrests, his ankles bound to the legs of the chair. “That’s enough, Diego. You can give your arm a break for a moment.” Joquan shook his head sadly at the father and then glanced over at the captive’s two young daughters sitting on the couch across from them. “You shouldn’t have stiffed me, man. I loan you money, I expect to get a return on my investment. You’ve had 12 months …