by Luna_lit & PhoenixPrime01
"Here, let me help you with those."
Polly turned her head in the direction of the low male voice.
"Oh, hi." She smiled and allowed him to take a couple of her grocery bags.
She saw him almost every Thursday evening at the store; at the deli counter, the aisles or the checkout. As their faces had become familiar to each other they'd started to exchange greetings. Of late they had begun to pass the time of day, just small talk. She felt kind of sorry for him, she noticed from his basket that he shopped for one, and he wasn't that young anymore, though in fine shape considering his age--fifty's maybe sixty's, it was hard to say. His long silver hair had always intrigued her, it looked like silk and she'd always had a strange desire to touch it.
"Hello." He spoke in his usual low steady voice. "How are you?"
"Oh, I'm good thanks. And you?"
"To your car?"
She nodded and they began to walk.
"I am well, thank you. Though this weather is pretty miserable no?"
"Nice for ducks."
They chuckled together as he helped her put her bags in the trunk.
"Well it was nice seeing you again...?"
"Polly." She smiled as she held her hand out by way of a formal introduction. "And thank you for your help."
"You're welcome Polly. I'm Jack."
"Well, hi Jack. See you next week."
"I do hope so dear." He smiled gently then moved gracefully in the direction of his car.
Polly began to drive.
It was nice to see a friendly face--took the edge off the boredom of shopping. She liked him, Jack, such kind eyes--though there was a sadness in them that she couldn't put her finger on. She hoped she would see him again next week.
Her thoughts turned to work.
Christ she was bored with her social life, which mostly involved drinks with her co-workers. She owned a woman's publishing house--her contribution to women's liberation. Her colleagues were alright but it was the same old talk, the same old pubs and quite frankly--they bored her. Evenings usually centred around bitching about the inadequacies of the men in their life, Polly's middle name was 'confidant'; being single she usually had a spare shoulder to cry on, and it was well used. She had it down to a fine art; they rarely truly wanted advice, only a dumping ground. So she had learned to listen and offer understanding, nothing more. Hell if it was her she'd want someone to tell her to either deal with it or leave and quit whining. She smiled to herself at this thought, easier said than done after all.
She sighed, so glad she was to get a break from them. She'd handed over the reigns for a month and booked a ski holiday in Switzerland.
She'd met a new crowd of people though lately, at her night class... she had decided to give painting a go and met some 'bohemian' types.
Her new friends were different... alternative... exciting... they hinted at their escapades in fetish clubs, swinging parties, they were generally very pleasure orientated, and she was intrigued. Christ you only live once... she wanted to have some fun. And that is exactly what she was planning on doing when she returned from Switzerland. She was feeling daring, intrigued and excited.
Turning into her driveway and turning off the ignition she sighed... home at last, time to pack.
Polly placed one leg out of the door and a black gloved hand slammed onto her mouth smothering her mouth and locked around her neck dragging from the car.
"You got the bitch?" she heard a voice a few feet away.
"Oh yeah... I got her alright." said her captor with an evil laugh.
She felt herself dragged backwards by the head... he cuffed her hands behind her back and stuffed a rag in her mouth before she had barely filled her lungs to scream and she was thrown into the back of the car.
Her eyes almost popping out of her head with fear there was a large black man on her right and an even larger, very hairy disgusting looking man on her left. The gloved man was already speeding away from her driveway into the night.
Dragged from the car by the chin she was bumped up 2 flights of stairs then stood outside of a very seedy looking apartment... looking through the open door she saw an outline of a figure against the lamp light.
"You got her lads... nice job," she heard him say.
"Yeah we got the little tart..." chuckled the hairy man.
She was thrown into the room and landed on a crumpled heap on the floor barely able to see through her frightened tears. Her gag was removed and her scream was silenced by a kick in the stomach winding all life out of her.
"Shut your fucking mouth bitch." She clutched her winded stomach in searing pain but did not dare open her mouth again.
She saw his legs coming towards her, then crouched down to tilt his head and look at her inches away from her face.
"Hello sweet Polly" he smiled at her.
"YOU!" she could not help but spit out... at his face.
"Yes my dear, I'm Jack and I'm verrrrrrrrrrry pleased to meet you."
Then his fist was twisted in her hair, her head yanked back as he spoke.
"I've been watching and admiring you at the supermarket and decided to see what you did with yourself when not shopping." He smiled at her his face inches from hers.
"I've been following you for several weeks now and found out that you've decided to explore the wilder side of life by meeting new friends who profess to follow the hedonist way of life 'If it feels good then do it'. Well Polly this will all feel good to me, and perhaps in time to you as well. I paid those two fifty pounds each to bring you to me today and with me you'll stay until I tire of you."
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It's him. It's fucking him, was all I could think as his awful face barked at me and I desperately fought to breath. I was in agony but the fear was greater than the pain. He was going to kill me this was it, the end. I could barely see through my wet eyes as I swam in confusion and pain.
I barely had time to comprehend his words when he picked me up by my hair dragging me as he spoke.
"You may scream all that you wish here Polly. I own the building and right now you and I are the only ones in it. I've prepared a nice and quiet, sound proofed in fact, place for us to spend your month. Just you and I Polly for the entire time together and alone. In that month I'll teach you more about yourself than you've learned so far in your life and I'll open doors in your mind you didn't know or refused to admit to yourself were there. By the end of the month you'll be a different person. You'll be my Polly in every way imaginable."
A month... he was going to keep me here for a month... god help me. He dragged me into an elevator then we were going down, I already felt imprisoned.
I almost had my breath back and was just about to open my mouth to scream when he started again.
"Polly, you hot looking little bitch, I told you that you could scream all that you wanted and so you may."
I didn't hear what he said next, not that I was understanding him so far... I was going to get hurt, probably killed, I understood that much, and the fear took over as I screamed out, loud earth-shattering shrieks; I could hardly get my breath back enough between screams then he had my hair again, dragging me backwards shrieking and kicking. I already realised the futility of fighting him and wanted to hurt him so badly.
The thud and bolt of a door and blackness turned my screams to whimpers. I stood, afraid to move pure fear running through my veins not daring to imagine what would happen next.
"I'm now holding a straight razor in my hand Polly. They're also call 'cut throat' razors for one slip can cut a throat to the bone. I'm going to use it to remove all of your clothing here in the dark. I'll do it by touch and I strongly suggest that you not move one bit as I do, unless of course you want to be slit and sliced by accident that is."
Oh my god... oh my god he's going to cut me. I jolted as his hand grabbed my shoulder then he was slicing through my clothing, every cold touch of the blade on my skin sending shudders through me as I wondered if this would be the one to cut my skin. Very quickly I was almost naked except for stockings and shoes, shivering and whimpering, my arms wrapped around myself in a vain attempt at protection.
"Now you just wait a moment or two and I'll turn on the lights so I can see you and so that you can see your vacation home for the next month. I wouldn't walk around, you might hurt yourself, but it's up to you."
Without further warning the lights came on, the shock hit me as I was blinded, blinking back tears furiously trying to regain my sight.
Then I saw him. He was standing by a table with metal, leather and other things, what they were I had no idea but I knew it was bad. It was very fucking bad. Panic overtook, I just had to get out of here... please god don't let him hurt me. He was going to though, I was going to be very fucking hurt.
"You... have to... let me... go," I whimpered through tears, shivering. "Please... or just kill me... and get it over with... I beg you. Please... please don't hurt me..."
Then I was screaming again "Let me gooooooooooo just let me fucking goooooooooooo... " I bolted to the door and scratched hopelessly at the bolts screaming out in fear until I collapsed against the door sobbing, shaking and seriously fucked.
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I sob collapsed against the door barely able to breath, my futile words escaping are barely audible gasps as I look up at him just standing there watching me. I already hate him with every bone in my body.
