It's Halloween night on the dark and lonely highway with only the full moon as company.
I am tired and cranky as I pull into the rest area. It's now just before 3am... dead time as it is known in some circles but I don't give that any thought as I lock my car and head into the bathroom. As I look around the parking lot I notice only one other car, an old Mercedes that is so rusted out that I wonder if it is actually road worthy. I walk through the bathroom door... one florescent light dimly lighting my way.
It's a typical rest area bathroom... dirty. I step up to the sink and start to rinse my face with water, trying to get the sleep out of my eyes. As I'm splashing my face, the bathroom.... shimmers. I can't think of another word to describe it. I am almost thrown off balance and I use the sides of the sink to steady myself.
I grab a paper towel and wipe my face off and turn around. The bathroom is clean. Sparkling white... although the florescent light is still flickering. And all of a sudden I wonder how tired I really am? I'm positive that it was disgusting when I walked in... what the hell has happened? Did someone come in behind me and clean? I am so confused. And alone. I check all of the stalls, but there isn't anyone else in the bathroom with me.
I decide it's time to get the hell out of there. I don't know what's going on and I really don't want to know. I grab the handle to the door and pull it open and almost fall down the step that has now appeared. The parking lot is gone. My car is gone. In it's place is a dimly lit chamber... the one light bulb only giving off enough light so I can see the outlines of... well, I'm not sure what. They look like racks of some sort but I have no idea what they are or what they could possibly be used for... yet.
I take the step down and the door slams shut behind me. I turn and frantically grab the handle and try to open it back up but it disappears from my hands. Now there is just a smooth wall where once there was a door. The step is gone.
I turn back around and there he is. He is tall, dark and very good looking... in a sinister way. His dead eyes are roaming over me like he's feasting on my flesh. Without saying a word he glides up to me, pinning me against the wall with his body and then he grabs both of my hands and pins them behind me with only one of his. He is incredibly strong. I try to pry myself loose but his grip is like iron... His body is like iron. I can't budge my wrists from his grasp.
He puts his other hand on my shoulder and forces me to my knees. The floor is hard and cold. And it hurts. He doesn't care. He wraps a rope around my elbows tight behind my back and then ties it to a ring in the wall above my head that I hadn't noticed before. He hoists me up by my arms until I am on my tip-toes. Immediately my calves start to cramp. Leg irons go around each ankle but there is a solid bar in between that puts me in a severe spread eagle.
He walks up to me and starts cutting my clothes off like he's skinning an animal. I start to scream but he wads up my silk panties and stuffs them in my mouth and then uses one of the strips of my clothing to gag me. It's effective. I can't make a sound without choking on them.
With just a few slices of his knife I am naked before him. He reaches out and strokes my neck while he clamps an iron collar around it. It's very tight, cutting into the soft flesh of my neck. And with my mouth gagged and a tight collar around my neck I have to concentrate on breathing through my nose. Just breath, I tell myself. This is all a dream...
