A Piece of Art

Part 1

    They were sisters. They had to be sisters. That's what she wanted. And she was used to getting exactly what she wanted. Money was never an issue. Her agents had been trucking them for a few months and when the time was right they made sure no one would search for them. The two sisters, 20 and 22 years old, were traveling to their aunt's house in the countryside. Their car was found in a nearby lake, crashed. Car accident, drowned, no bodies found, was the official verdict after some financial "encouragement".

Mrs Whitehall's mansion was unreachable to anyone within a mile radius. A few dozen guards and some pretty secure fencing made sure of that. Mrs Whitehall always had some peculiar tastes. The two girls would learn first hand about those.

When they were first introduced to her, they were each sitting strapped onto a wheelchair, in a small padded room, with two big blue ballgags in their mouths.They were naked under the hospital gowns that had been put on them while they were unconscious. They had been awake now for some hours, so they had time to take out their anger and eventual terror. They were red and teary-eyed when Mrs Whitehall walked in wearing a very expensive pant suit, indicating that this was just another thing she had to take care of. She was a very busy woman after all.