"Goodnight baby. Don't stay up too long" I close the door on my son, Justin, who's studying hard in his room. He's 5'11 and his body is bent over a desk that he's outgrown. His straight jet black hair hands over his face and his round wire glasses are sliding down his nose.
He has always been a hard worker. He just got his acceptance letter for Harvard 3 days ago, and instead of relaxing, he continued to work hard. Most kids his age, heck, even I, stopped working hard after I submitted my applications to college; but my son wasn't like most kids. He really cared about everything he did, and he wanted to do well for the sake of doing well. He had grown up so much and even though he turned 18 a couple months ago and was legally an adult, I still saw him as my baby son. I couldn't believe that he was leaving home soon and heading to the East Coast.
I go back to my room, and crawl under the comfy covers and FaceTime my husband.
"Hey! How's it going?"
"It's really busy here" he responds. "Everything's a mess. I might be coming home later than expected."
My husband has been away in Japan for the last two months, working on the business he started back home. We both moved to the US from Japan and had our son here because we wanted to give him a different life than the one we had at home. But recently I've been regretting that decision because it seems that my husband is back home in Japan more than he is in the US with me and my son these past couple years since he started his business.
He updates me on the numbers and what he has left before we hang up. I turn off my lights and go to sleep.
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"Wake up! Wake up!" Someone is shaking my shoulders. I scrunch my eyes as I'm met with bright light. My head is throbbing as if I've been hit over the head with something. I grasp my head in my hand and blink until I see more clearly. There's a woman kneeling in front of me. She has dark straight black hair and bangs and is wearing a red blazer and red miniskirt. She's wearing open toed black heels and black lipstick.
"What's going on?" I ask groggily. I blink until I can see clearly around me. I'm in a complete blank white room. There's nothing to see here. I look down and I'm in a tiny black underwear with laces on the side of my hips. I'm wearing an even smaller black bra that is held together by the bow tied in the front.
"Why am I wearing this?"
Two big men enter into the room, loaded with guns.
"Jennifer, you need to go out now."
"What am I doing here?" I feel the tears start to rush down my face. I pull my body closer to myself as I try to hide my body in shame and fear.
"Your husband has been messing with up with his business deal. Now you're going to pay for this mistakes."
"What are you going to do to me?" I clutch my body closer in dread.
"Ha" one of the men laughs, "be thankful for what we're doing. Could've been much worse."
"Janice," he cocks his gun, "take her out to the set." And with that, they leave.
I continue to ask her questions, but the woman's face is set in stone almost as if she doesn't hear a single word I have to say to her. I'm brought to a set and I see three other women, like me, in a tiny matching underwear set. They're all wearing different colors. One is wearing green, one is wearing blue, and one is wearing pink. They are all Japanese like me and have a similar body type as me.
There's a cardboard with four heads cutout, bosom spots cut out, and genital spots cut out into the cardboard. Janice leads us all to the back of the cardboard and lowers the curtail that covers the face of the cardboard. Each space for us is labeled 'A', 'B', 'C', or 'D'. She takes me to stand behind B. She then steps away. One of the men from earlier comes back out and comes close behind me. I feel the metal rim of his gun pressed to my back.
"Don't you dare say anything. If you say anything or ask any more questions, I will come out and fucking kill you. Understand?" I nod my head quickly without tearing my eyes away from the small curtain in front of my face. Us four women are lined up behind this cardboard, with our breasts and genital area cut out. Whatever this game is, it's sick.
I see camera crew all around, surrounding us from all sides. Janice nods at a crew member and he gives her a thumbs up. She smiles at the camera and raises the large round microphone to her face.
"Welcome to the family incest game! I am your host, Janice. This is an incest challenge game show. On today's show, we have a mother and a son. The mother is hidden behind one of these four spots."
The camera pans to show our exposed bodies from the front.
"The son will come out and play with these beautiful women. The goal of the game is to avoid incest! If he successfully avoids incest, they will get a free vacation to Japan! All accommodations paid for!" Janice says cheerfully.
"And here is the handsome son!" I see my son step out in a T-shirt and boxers from the corner of the set. He nervously looks at the women and stands next to the host. I
feel my stomach drop and tears start to well up in my eyes. I can't believe what my husband has done to me to put me in this situation. I can't believe that my poor son has to go through this.
Janice puts her arm around his waist and pulls him closer to her. "Are you excited?"
"I'm scared and nervous" he responds.