I gasped, and held Justin tight. He knew very well something was wrong; he was only 5, but he knew very well. He knew me inside and out, and when something was wrong, he instantly knew.
"You're sick. Let us out." I glared at the ugly fat man filling the driver's seat.
"What are you going to do about it?"
"At least don't hurt my son. I will give you whatever you want, just don't hurt him."
"Hmm. I want all night."
My stomach churned, and I reluctantly nodded. He fat man laughed, and started up the car. We drove for ten minutes, and I rocked Justin in my frail arms. He just stared up at me with those eyes, and I kissed his nose. We pulled into a snow-free driveway of what looked to be a mansion. To me anyway. The man opened the door, and grabbed my arm, to make sure I wouldn't try to escape. As soon as we were inside, he let my arm go, and guided me to the bathroom.
"You can bathe here. I'll go cook you a hot meal. Then, the kid goes to sleep, and I will meet you in the master bedroom."
I swallowed the lump in my throat, and nodded. As soon as he closed the door behind him, I undressed Justin, and tore off my clothes. I started to pour our bath water, and I gave my Justin a bear hug.
"I love you baby boy. We'll be okay." I stroked his cheek, and he smiled at me. The water finished, and I stepped in with Justin. I dug my fingers into his scalp to get a good clean, and rinsed his hair. He put his hands under the water, pulled them up with a big chunk of suds, and blew them in my face. I scrunched my nose, and he giggled at me. I pretended my hand was a toy boat, and made boat noises with my mouth, and trailed my hand through the water. When he was least expecting it, I brought my hands up and tickled his sides, making him kick and flail in the water, giggling. I finished washing him up, and started the shower, draining his dirty bath water. Justin got out, and I wrapped a towel around him and he sat on the toilet waiting for me. I took a quick shower, amazed at how good I felt with clean hair. I dressed in clothes the man gave me, which were tight as hell. He also didn't give me underwear, so I was wearing tight black skinny jeans, where you could see every curve of my naughty bits. And a tight red tank top, showing off my stomach muscles and ribs. I shook my head. He gave Justin fitting clothes. Which was good. We proceeded down to eat, and he gave us hot soup, and crackers. Our stomachs couldn't handle too much, so it was great. We didn't waste a drop, and I took Justin upstairs to put him to bed.
"Don't leave Daddy!" I tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let me go. He had tears threatening to fall from his beautiful eyes.
"Baby, I'll be back. I want you to close your eyes. Go to sleep, and when you wake up, I'll be lying right here." I pointed to the other side of the bed, and kissed my baby goodnight. He wrapped his arms around my neck, and gave me a quick snuggle. "Night sweetie."
"Night Daddy. I love you." He let a big yawn, and I smiled.
"I love you too little man." I shut the light off, and latched the door. Then, I walked down the stairs quietly and slowly, off to where I was supposed to pay my thanks.