Sweating, laying on the bed, I breathe a deep sigh of contentment and notice he's here. Still next to me, laying where his body dropped him after ecstasy was done. His breaths are deep like his voice. His chest, rising and falling slowly. I drink him in with my eyes and feel peace and aches. Aches on my body as I stretch, realizing, it wasn't just a dream. It was fantasy fulfilled.
The light shined in to the kitchen window where I stood, thinking about the day and what lay ahead. It was a gorgeous Autumn day. Warm with just enough of a chill to put on a longer sleeve shirt. I had done as planned. I had taken the day off work, not easy to do in my profession, but I needed the extra time for healing. After the last time we had played like this, I had to call in for two shifts due to sheet exhaustion and soreness.
"Mmmmm", I moaned as I remember that session. Energy waves rippled through my body and I was transported back to the feeling and the high of it all.
I snapped myself back to reality and proceeded to pack a backpack, filling it with a delicacy of meats, bread, cheeses, fresh vegetables, fruits and a bottle of wine. The aroma of where the bag had been, kept trying to take me from reality to the past. I sighed, feeling the dampness grow between my legs and proceeded on with my tasks.
I dressed in my normal outfit, black leggings, sports bra, long sleeved shirt with the thumb holes, no panties, black ankle socks and my black running shoes. I pulled my long black hair into a pony tail and threw on a black headband. I threw the back pack on, keys in the bag, and left my house.
I took the route through the park, as planned, and found a bench next to the tunnel entry. I sat down, took a drink from my water bottle and suddenly it was pitch black. Something was over my head and my heart was pounding out of my chest. I felt my body move but without my vision I was unable to determine where my body was going.
I felt hands that were familiar and heard breathing that I had heard before. I was suddenly against something firm. I landed with an "OOF" and then there was a slam above me. The smell of oil engulfed my senses, an engine roared and I was moving over bumps; everything dark.
I don't know how long I had been in this space but suddenly there was a click, a squeak, and whatever was over my head was removed. The light was so bright I turned my face away to shield my delicate eyes from the harshness. A hand went to my throat and I heard the words, "Scream and I'll have your ass." I nodded in agreement, my eyes now wide open, terror projected from them. I was in the trunk of a car. I thought that smell of oil was familiar, but I couldn't place earlier. I was lifted out of the trunk, my wrists and ankles bound with duct tape.
His muscles, visible through his t-shirt, strained to keep me in line as I tried to wiggle free. He turned me around and carried me up the stairs of a house. I couldn't tell where we were but there was nothing around except trees and green grass. I was taken through the porch door and firmly sat on a stiff wooden chair. He said nothing, piercing my soul with his eyes. He looked me up and down, nodded approvingly and then moved towards me, my bag in his hand. He dropped the contents on the table, surveying them and then moved them to somewhere behind me.
I didn't see what he did next, but I could hear metal and doors. Before too long, a bowl of soup was in front of me. "Eat" he ordered as he lifted the spoon to my mouth. The liquid was warm, clear and rich amber in color. The liquid, savory and aromatic, danced in my mouth as soon as it passed my lips from the spoon. There was a large bowl that he insisted I finish in its entirety. The knife, long and unyielding, was picked up from the table and brought towards me. How did I not notice that earlier? My heart dropped in horror. Then, the knife moved to my wrists, slicing the duct tape open before swiftly moving to the tape on my ankles. A deep sigh of relief escaped my mouth and I knew that as soon as the chance was available, I needed to run, but my feet were bare. That was going to pose a problem. I thought quickly and determined I would be fine because of the grass.
He took the bowl and walked to the kitchen. My opportunity presented itself quicker that I had anticipated. I seized the opportunity and booked it for the front door. I could feel my heart beating through my chest as I ran toward nothing and everything all at once. My feet rustled through the grass and I heard the slam. The slam of the door I had just come through followed by the thud of footsteps behind me. They were far, but I knew it would be sooner than later that they would catch up to me. I picked up the pace and sprinted towards a grove, finding the largest tree I could and catching my breath behind it, slowly trying to regain my head from the high and quiet myself.
Silence. No footsteps. No breathing. Nothing to be hear but a bird in the distance.
Then I felt it. The fist near my scalp, my head being yanked back by my ponytail, another hand being placed on my throat. "Thought you could get away, did you? Well... Now. Here we are, and you are MINE" he growled, pulling me by my hair closer to him. I could feel the bulge in his pants stab me in the back. This caused me to fight a little more. My fight let to him ripping my shirt off, thin as it was anyways, and using it to bind my arms behind my back. I was thrown to the ground and my leggings were pulled to my ankles, one leg removed, looped through my shirt and my leg placed back in to it. I was, essentially, bound with my own outfit. My headband was placed over my eyes and my bra ripped off and shoved in my mouth. Here I lay, on the ground in the grove, naked, bound, blind, gagged and covered in dirt and sweat.
