Chapter 2 - Bosun

The mysterious man had sat down and started talking in his heavy Caribbean accent.

“I’m sorry you’re all groggy,” he said, “but that should clear up soon. Let me be polite and introduce myself.”

The man explained that they should call him Bosun. He mentioned he had found their passports and so knew who they were and their names.

“You are a fine-looking family,” the man said, “We are going to have some fun together. And you are going to do exactly what I tell you to, or there won’t be much left of this family.”

The man who called himself Bosun smiled again, sending shivers across everybody’s spine. Stacy didn’t want to think what his idea of fun was, but given that she, her children, and her husband were all naked, she had some ideas. Tears rolled from her eyes again.

“So don’t do anything stupid,” Bosun said, “If you behave, you will make it out healthy and alive. Fight me and well”.

He paused for a second, grabbed a gun from the inside of his skirt, and made sure all of them could see it.

“I have been to prison,” Bosun said, “I didn’t like it, but not afraid to go back.”

He continued to explain that it would only be a matter of time. He claimed he had been in prison for over twenty years of his life.

“Do as I say and behave,” Bosun said, “and you can be free again and continue your holiday in an hour or so.”

Bosun’s voice got darker and more threatening when he explained the consequences of misbehavior or refusing to do what he said. He said he had killed before and was not afraid to do it again, but more likely, he would leave them paralyzed from the neck down with a face nobody would recognize. That way, they could regret not listening for the rest of their miserable lives. He added that that, of course, would be after a full day of torture instead of the hour he had asked for.

He asked all family members to nod if they understood. The family members had heard the message loud and clear, and all of them nodded. The words also caused Danny and Jenny to start crying.

Bosun explained that screaming was useless and that escaping was impossible as he had locked the doors with a key. He also had hidden their phones, but they didn’t work anyway. Jenny wondered if the man knew about the Wi-Fi.

“Some nice pictures of you on that phone, Jenny,” Bosun said, “So decent sending pictures of you in your bra to your boyfriend.”

Bosun laughed as he said he had seen more of Jenny than her boyfriend. He mentioned that the phone didn’t care she had been asleep and had unlocked it for him. He also noted that he had taken the liberty of taking some pictures of her nude body, just in case she wanted to send those later. Jenny felt so violated. Not only had the man touched her to undress her, but he had seen her private pictures. He also had taken photos of her naked and had done god knows what with them. Clearly, the man was better with technology than Jenny had initially thought.

Jenny hated that Bosun was correct. Her boyfriend had seen her boobs, and she had allowed him to touch them. She even allowed her boyfriend to touch her underneath her underwear, but she never had been fully naked in front of him, let alone had sex with him. The furthest they had gone was hand and blowjobs. She had given her boyfriend a promise. As soon as she was in college, he could have her virginity, and Jenny had already started to take the pill for birth control.

“And Stacy,” the man continued, “I saw from your texts that you were looking forward to this vacation. You called it a celebration, an everlasting memory. Don’t worry. I will make sure your family does not forget this vacation.”

His words sounded more like a threat than a promise to Stacy. She was close to having a panic attack but wanted to keep it together for the sake of her children and her husband. She looked at her husband, Michael, and his face was done. He looked embarrassed and probably felt guilty he couldn’t protect his family.