Michael had been watching his prey for a couple of months now. He lived on the south side of a large city, and she was a freshman at a college across town. Thanks to friendly chats with her friends, he knew almost everything about her. And now was the time to capture her.
Her name was Danielle, or "Dani" as her friends called her. She was 19, medium height, thin and athletic. She had shoulder-length curly black hair and green eyes, and while not exceptionally beautiful, she was certainly attractive. She was perfect for what Michael needed. He was five years older than her, taller with brown hair, and while not hugely buff, he was attractive and had a good body.
Today was the day, he thought, the day before spring break began. This school took two weeks off, and Danielle was prepared to take advantage of every minute by skipping class and leaving a day early. She was loading up her car in the campus parking lot when Michael sneaked up behind her and held a cloth over her face. When she stopped struggling, he put her in the car and drove off. He knew she wasn't close with her family; no one would miss her for over two weeks. Perfect. He drove out to the warehouse where he had set things up.
It wasn't pretty, but it served his purposes. The warehouse itself was not what interested him; rather, the basement, designed as a fallout shelter, was what he needed. Only one entrance, no doors, a very strong ventilation system... no one would ever know they were there.
Danielle slowly woke up, becoming aware that she's ... floating? She struggled but couldn't move, but couldn't feel any ground beneath her either. In fact, she couldn't feel any clothes on her, either. Was she naked? The room is dark. She called out, "Hello?" No answer. She cries a little bit, remembering the attack on her, and waits.
A few minutes later, the lights come on. Danielle looks around and realizes she's tied up in some kind of truss, a large metal frame around her, attached to the floor and ceiling. There are cables coming from it attached to cuffs on her hands, knees, ankles, and waist. Her legs are bent and lifted up, as if she were on her back ready for sex, but floating three feet in the air. The cables were so tight that she could barely move an inch in any direction.
The room was nondescript concrete, about 400 square feet, with a dirty floor, fluorescent lights on the ceiling, cameras in the corners, and a single door at the far end of the room. There was a cabinet next to her; on it was a large pink vibrator.
The door opened, causing Danielle to gasp. In walked Michael, smiling widely and fully dressed. He grinned as he entered, enjoying the spread-wide view.
"Hey, who are you? ... You attacked me!" screamed Danielle. "Let me out of here, you son of a bitch!"
Michael simply laughed, "Really, what makes you think you can make any demands?"
Danielle started to say something but it just came out as a whimper.
"Hello, Danielle. I know a lot about you. I'll try to be gentle so you know what is going on. My name is Michael. I have brought you here for some fun. I won't hurt you, I promise you that, you'll just have to trust me. I will let you go soon, when you've fulfilled my demands."
Danielle screamed at him, "What the fuck are you talking about you sick freak! Let me go!" and attempted to struggle, which only made Michael chuckle.
"You can't get away, haven't you figured that out yet?"
Danielle glared at him with pure anger, then cooled a little when she realized he was right, and started to feel very afraid.
"... What do you want?"
"Obey me. That is all."
"What do you want me to do?"
