She stood outside of the airport terminal in the morning sun. Cars were all she could see. They were either rolling up to then away from the curb or parked in the lots across the street with the sun glistening off their roofs. She wore all black except for the red handbag, scarf and shoes she wore so he could find her.
A large black car came to a stop in front of her. The windows nearly black they were tinted so dark. She sat herself in the back seat, nearly on top of an envelope she noticed at the last moment. The leather seat cushioned her as she settled and the doors locked her in safely. She looked at the driver but could see only the arm of a black jacket and two hands on the wheel his face obscured as he looked over to check for traffic as he pulled away.
She looked down at the envelop. It was thick like it had something inside of it and the thick paper had written on it in fine script "For your ride." She openned the end and a blindfold slid into her hands. She flipped the envelop over but nothing else was there. She pulled it down over her eyes and sat, held by the seatbelt as the car glided along. She knew what was expected of her but not why. She undid the clasp of her handbag and removed the only two things in it. A gag with a fresh red rubber ball and a black pair of handcuffs. She fumbled with the lack of her sight but held the rubber ball in her mouth. Tasting it as she set the clasp. Then the handcuffs she set into place, locking them just snug enough. The driver reached back only to check that the cuffs were secure and drove on.
She had lost her sense of time and direction when the car pulled in onto a new surface. It coasted across a driveway. The car stopped and she could just barely hear a garage door closing. The car shut off and he got out from the front seat. The door closing leaving her alone. Her backdoor opened. His hand pressed against her chest holding her to the seat. His other arm reached across unlocking the seat belt and guided it back. Then she was shoved onto her side. Her legs kicked up. He grabbed her ankles and held with one hand the other hand skillfully tied them together. Then suddenly a long cold blade metal of the ran up her leg. Carefully her clothing pulled tight then dropped away. He had cut it off her with a set of shears.
First her skirt was taken off by running along her leg. He continued up the same line. Cutting until he reached the opening for her arm. One snip as all it took to cut from shoulder to collar. The sound of the fabric being sliced was right in her ear and held her frozen. The other collar to shoulder freed. His free hand held her in place firmly but never hurting. The cold steel touched her upper chest cutting the straps to her bra and only momentarily ran between her breasts to leave her chest exposed. And it was like electric for the moment the blade was guided between her hip and the lace of her black panties. The shredded clothes fell in a pile beneath her as he picked her up and out of the leather seats.
She was held against his chest. One arm beneath her knees. The other cradled her upper body. He carried her up the two steps into the house. The door swung back into place. He was carrying her through rooms. She heard the purr of a refrigerator. The sound of his footfalls as they went from linoleum to carpet. Then she was being lifted up the stairs. Then more stairs.
