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From last time:
“I told you, girl. Don’t make me punish you.”
His words chilled her to her core; Alex shuddered.
Alex heard the van door close, and then her car starting. She feared being abandoned in this van … where the hell was she? More tears came as she realized that even if she could get loose, she almost certainly couldn’t escape.
She heard her car shut down, and then her captor entered the van.
“Car strippers will be here soon. And in case you’re wondering, I disabled the GPS gear in your car long before I snatched you.”
At that point Alex realized she’d left her cell phone in her desk at work. Not only did Alex not know where she was, neither did anyone else. And now she knew there was no way to track her, either. Alex, paralyzed with fear, sobbed as the van slipped into gear.
“You made it easy for me, you know. You drive the most desired car in the world for car thieves. It’ll be stripped down to mere parts by morning.”
Then he said nothing at all. An interminable silence.
Alex again lost track of time. The van seemed to travel forever. Alex wondered whether someone might find her when the van had to be returned. Then she realized she was grasping at foolish straws. She realized her captor must have made plans to cover the rest of his tracks. The van was of no importance.
After this much time, Alex’s mouth had dried out. The thick gag-wad welded itself to the insides of her cheeks. She realized, more than anything, she wanted water. Needed water. To her relief, the van slowed, turned, and came to a stop. She heard a garage-door closing.
The minute that it took for him to open the van door and begin removing shipping blankets took years. Then the safety net and the tie-down straps. Alex looked up at him, her eyes pleading silently, as he lifted her to a sitting position.
Alex wagged her head upward, extending her chin toward him in a muffled plea to be un-gagged.
“Shut up, girl.”
His hand began working the edges of the first tape strip anyway, despite his stern riposte. Alex wished he’d simply rip the tape off, until she found out how sticky it was, how much it distressed her soft cheeks to have the tape removed at all, even slowly.
“Hold still. It’ll go faster that way.”
Alex froze in the hopes that doing so would indeed make things easier. Finally, after long minutes, the last of the tape came off. He plucked the gag-wad carefully from Alex’s mouth.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“Shut up, girl,” he responded softly.
Alex’s mind reeled. How could she ask for water if she wasn’t allowed to speak? Defeated, her head drooped sadly, her eyes staring at her naked lap.
“Look at me.”
Alex raised her head slowly. Her eyes grew round.
“Drink this,” he said softly, extending a bottle of water. “And slowly.”
Alex leaned forward despite the discomfort of her ropes. The water seemed so far away… The threaded opening touched her tongue, and he poured the contents slowly. Alex drank carefully, wanting every drop. When the entire bottle had been consumed, she leaned back.
Alex flinched in terror. She’d spoken… Fear surged through her instantly.
“You’re welcome,” he said nonchalantly, shocking Alex. “But keep still, now. You could scream if you wanted to, and no one would hear you. You’re miles from anywhere. But if you piss me off by screaming, or talking without permission, I’ll gag you again. Do you want that?”
Alex shook her head furiously, her tangled blonde mane waving as her head moved.
Picking her up, he slid her toward the door, seating her on the edge so that her legs hung over, her feet almost touching the floor. Alex gasped when she saw the knife in his hand, fearing the worst.
“You want me to untie you? It’ll take forever to undo these knots. Or do you want me to do it quickly by cutting these ropes away?” he asked rhetorically. “Now hold still.”
Alex sat perfectly still, watching, her eyes transfixed, as the blade sliced swiftly through the ropes binding her knees. Then he knelt, holding her trim ankles securely, as he sliced away her ankle-bonds.
“Can you stand?”
Alex nodded and stood. Then she fell as her freshly unbound legs buckled. He caught her in his arms.
“Just like I thought…”
Alex yipped in surprise as he picked her up and slung her over his shoulder, slapping her ass for punishment.
“I told you: keep quiet!”
He carried her inside. Alex tried to see around her, but the way she was carried, just about all she could see was the stone floor, and then the carpet as they moved deeper into the house. Down a flight of stairs they went, into a dark room. Twisting, turning, through several doorways he walked, until he reached a particular door. He set Alex on her feet, leaning her against the wall.
“Can you stand now?”
He reached through the doorway and pulled a chain dangling from the ceiling; the clicking switch triggered a light. Alex looked down and saw a small cuff, linked to a heavy chain.
“No… Please…” she begged. “Don’t do this… Please!” she wailed.
To be continued…
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