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From last time: Alex, the pretty blonde girl in the scoop-necked red dress, was taken from behind…
I’m being kidnapped!
A minute later, perhaps two, she felt the motion as the tow-truck drove away.
Alex squirmed to get comfortable. Her bound arms hurt no matter how she moved, and she couldn’t move much. She decided she’d be satisfied if she could simply become less uncomfortable.
Satisfaction eluded her, though. Soft tears trickled down her face, more from her reflections than the pain of her bonds. As the truck traveled further, she thought her bound limbs might grow numb.
No luck there, either.
The week’s events invaded her mind, forcing her, against her will, to relive the chain of events that brought her here. Trapped beyond hope, bound and gagged, stuffed into the trunk of her own car on this fateful Friday.
On Thursday night, he’d broken up with her. Crushed her heart with cruel words. And things only got worse after that. In keeping with management-manuals the world over, she’d learned at noon today, Friday, that she had lost her job. She’d left in tears upon receiving the news, unable to disguise her misery, forgetting entirely about cleaning out her desk. The fact that she had been handed a severance check meant that the firing had been more than days in planning, and all the while everyone had smiled at her as if nothing was amiss.
So Alex drove out to the old farm. She had no idea who owned the land, and it hadn’t been worked in years. Something about that old barn had intrigued her since she had been a little girl, and she often went there to think, to ponder. Today, to brood.
And, as it turned out, to be kidnapped.
More tears trickled down her cheek. She preferred tears to terror, and Alex felt near enough to terrified as it was.
Just as she thought she might get her nerves under control, the truck slowed, turned, and pulled to a stop. Alex had lost track of time. When the trunk popped open, she saw that the sun had gone down. Alex squirmed. Somehow her bonds hurt more now than at any time since her abduction.
He looked down into the trunk.
“Still nice and secure, I see,” he said with a slight smirk in his voice. “Have a good trip?”
Alex tried to glare at him, but her courage withered when she looked in his eyes. His stare transformed her into the proverbial headlight-frozen deer. He clicked a fob in his pocket; Alex heard a door open. He leaned down, picked her up as if she weighed nothing, and carried her to what she discovered was a rental van.
He laid her on the floor, securing her bound form to cargo hooks with straps, then pulled a safety net over her. Finally, he piled several shipping blankets over her.
“Don’t struggle. Just lie still, and you’ll be able to breathe.”
Alex struggled anyway. She wondered whether he was watching her as she writhed uselessly. When it became hard to breathe, she stopped fighting her bonds.
“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.
To be continued…
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