Aunt Kathy in Peril (Chapter )

Kathy hated babysitting her two nephews. Not only were they a couple of ill-behaved heathens, but they were also bad influences on her own two sons.n It was Monday morning. The babysitter was running late, making Kathy late for work. She had an email on her phone from the credit card company about an overdue bill, and another from the library about overdue books. Her husband had called from the office telling her that an old friend of his from his days serving in Africa had unexpectedly come in from out of town and asking her if she could have something special prepared for him and his wife tonight. On top of all this, the coffee maker had picked this morning to stop working. And now, the boys had grown unusually quiet in the basement. n “Great. Can this day get any worse?” she muttered to herself as she walked over to the basement door, her heels clicking angrily on the tile floor.n “Kevin! What are you boys doing down there?” she called as she started down the stairs.n “Hey! It’s Aunt Kathy!” She heard her nephew, Justin, yell out. “She’s trespassing in our fort! Git her!”n Suddenly, the four boys stormed up the steps. Two took hold of her arms. Two grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs out from under her. n “No! Boys! I said no!” she objected as she was carried into the basement. “Boys, I’m not playing! I said stop it! Put me down!”n “Tie her up!” She heard her fifteen-year-old son, Kevin, exclaim.n “Tie her up! Tie her up!” went up the chant from the four boys as they carried her, kicking, yelling, and threatening into the basement. n “No! Boys! Put me down! Let me go!” she objected impotently as the boys’ cries of “Tie her up!” drowned out her pleas.n Kathy kicked and fought harder against her would-be captors but her struggles were of no use against the combined strength of the four boys. One of the boys intentionally groped her breast. She screamed out in pain. She thought it might have been Kevin but she did not want to believe it. She could not believe that her own sons would have any hand in this insurrection. She did not want to believe they could be willingly involved.n “Stop it!” she demanded with her teeth clenched in anger as she tried to writhe out of her son’s grip. “Aaagh!” Kathy screamed as the breast was crushed in her son’s hand.n “Please stop. Put mommy down,” she begged as a measure of desperation and fear made her voice crack. She could feel the lump of emotion rise in her throat.n Finally, her feet were dropped to the floor but her arms were pulled painfully behind her. Kevin and Justin, her eldest nephew and the oldest of the boys at almost sixteen, pulled her by her arms backwards and against a support column. n The horrifying, rhythmic chanting of the boys continued, “Tie her up! Tie her up!” as if to deliberately beat down her pleas and objections. She felt her wrists twisted and drawn tight behind her and felt the cold steel of the handcuffs as they clicked securely into place around her wrists.n Handcuffs! Where did they get the handcuffs from? Her mind asked the question she already knew the answer to. The boys had gotten into their father’s workshop. But how? Jim always kept his workshop locked. They had found his fetish drawer. They had probably seen the bronze figurines and statues her husband kept displayed in there. A new horror gripped her. Oh, God! Had they seen the pictures? She thought she was going to be sick. n