Jack
Calling the police proved useless. They had me go to the station to fill out paperwork and told me she was not a “special category” person; she wasn’t a minor, she wasn’t elderly, and there was no proof that she had “involuntarily disappeared.” But I knew my Hana—she wouldn’t have just left without a word, not again. She was obsessed with me. She adored me. She needed me.
I knew she had been to Dr. Levin’s office without me but I didn’t know why. That’s another detail that was really bothering me. The tracker on my phone noted she had gone directly to Dr. Levin’s office from our apartment, stayed for five minutes, and then left. Her phone and belongings were just down the street and stayed there until I found them. Was she taken from outside the office? And why the fuck was she there without me?
Going to Dr. Levin’s office was also futile. The office refused to answer any questions I had about why Hana had been there. And apparently Dr. Levin was conveniently out of the office when I wanted to speak with her.
That’s when I decided to go to Emily’s work. The Pit, what a vile name for a bar. It was obviously not popular; the place was dead when I walked in and I immediately spotted Emily behind the bar, giving me the glaring scowl she seemed to reserve for me. My body vibrated with rage as I made my way toward her. She had to know where Hana was; she had to have somehow gotten to her again. She was constantly texting her, but my sweet wife hardly ever responded. And Hana knew better than to answer her phone calls. She knew I liked to know exactly what was going on with her at all times. She didn’t know I’d be able to hear a phone conversation from the spyware on her phone, but I loved that she didn’t even want to take the chance.
Emily didn’t budge, just like I knew she wouldn’t. She was so fucking annoying thinking she knew the truth about me and Hana, but she had no clue. She thought I kept her on a leash? No, Hana was my pet alright, but she knew straying too far would put her in danger; she didn’t need a leash.
Just as I was about to leave, after getting nothing from Emily, my phone started to ring. I took it out of my pocket and realized who was calling: Michael. It was a number I had memorized from seeing his pathetic, endless calls to Hana when she first came to me.
“Where is she?” I snarled into the phone.
“I just finished fucking her, mate. Have a look.”
My heart started to race. My whole face was on fire. I hesitantly removed my phone from my ear to look down at whatever message was just sent to me. And there it was: a video of Michael and Hana, Michael fucking Hana with her hands and ankles bound with rope, her mouth covered with duct tape. I couldn’t hear it yet, but I knew Hana was enjoying herself by the way she looked up at him. He was fucking pounding her. I had never felt as much rage as I did watching that video. But it was also confusing. My dick hardened as I watched them. I was fuming with anger, but the sight of Hana all bound and getting fucked—I hated how much it was turning me on. And Emily wouldn’t shut the fuck up. I couldn’t let her see how much I enjoyed seeing this.
“You think this is a woman who can make her own decisions right now?” I held up the phone to her after I paused the video.
Emily’s eyes practically flew out of her head when she looked at the still.
“Jack, what the fuck?”
Good, she looked terrified enough to believe that Hana was taken. I believed it too.
“He’s taken Hana. I’m going to the police to show them that my wife has been kidnapped.”
* * *
I had to go back to our apartment first to get a good look at the video. It started with Michael taking Hana’s legs with his hands and quickly fucking her. Her moans, muffled behind the tape, made my dick twitch. I sat on the couch as I pulled my dick out, watching Hana get pounded. I began to stroke myself as I watched Michael turn her over and pull out, her pussy juice visibly stringing from his dick, before he mercilessly plunged himself into her ass. Fucking ruthless; he better not have hurt her. I watched as Michael pulled out, put some lube on his dick and her ass, and then thrust back into her. Hana came easily. She loved being fucked in the ass from behind. He made her come with a wand too, her nipples perking and her moans like screams underneath the tape. I fucking lost it when I watched him come all over her—what the fuck was wrong with me? I came so hard into my hand, watching my wife get fucked by another man. Not just any other man, Michael. Perhaps I just loved seeing Hana get fucked, being the dirty fucking whore she was. And watching her enjoy it was even better.
But I still couldn’t let Michael have her all to himself.
I cleaned myself up and went to the same police station where I had filed the missing person’s report. I demanded to see the same officer I had spoken with before. He led me into an office and sat me down, and I didn’t even wait until he sat in front of me to show him the video.
“My wife is fucking terrified and was taken by her ex-fiancé. A clearly jealous ex that will stop at nothing to have her. And now he’s showing off,” I said as the officer watched the video.
Could he tell that Hana was enjoying herself, or was that something only I could tell?
The stone-faced officer looked up at me and then back down at the video. He sighed and nodded. “Do you know where they could be?” He handed me my phone back.
“No.” I shook my head. “That’s not any place I’ve ever seen before. Can’t you track where they are by this video he’s sent?”
“We can find out where the last ping was from this phone number. It can give us a general idea and we can go from there. I’ll need his name and cell phone number and I’ll have our IT guy look at your phone and get that video off there.”
I eyed the officer suspiciously. I didn’t want anyone else to see Hana getting fucked. But I had to cooperate. I needed to get my wife back.
“Whatever I can do to help, officer.”