"Do you touch yourself at night?"
The words where hovering on the screen in front of Zia's eyes. What was this? A prankster. Calling himself 'Jupiter'. Now that was adult. An astronomer out to jerk off through chatting was definitely a moron by her way of counting.
She closed the message box and tried to concentrate on the article she was writing. It was another late night spent in the university. It had been several nights like this lately. Eating junk food in front of the computer screen and hammering down her latest findings. She hoped "Nature" or "Science" would publish her results this time. Her study on the alternated gene could revolutionize the entire field of cancer research. And possibly result in a cure for the disease. All she needed was to finish up this paper and her career would be settled.
She read through another paragraph. This one had to be altered, or erased completely. But how? Her brain was getting tired and she realised it would not be long before she had to pack up for the day. The clock was eleven already. Impossible. Where had the day gone?
She looked up. The automatic lights had been turned off hours ago, and she had not even noticed. Now she could see the hallway was dark and gloomy. The silence was unnerving. She had never liked the dark, and large, empty buildings were definitely not her favourite. Maybe she should just pack her things and continue the work at home instead. Her small apartment was much preferred over this old place. She bent over the desk and reached for a few articles she had to read in order to collect some more references. These ones would give her plenty to do at home. It was no need to take the computer as well. She put the articles in her bag and turned to switch of the computer.
"Are you aroused?" was flashing toward her from the screen. The prankster again. "Take a guess, pal" she said to the computer screen as if the screen would have a voice recorder. Someone was probably jacking off in front on the message board. Get a life, she felt like answering the dirty bastard. Some people really needed to find something more useful to spend their time on.
"Is your pussy wet now?" the screen flashed again.
"Not particularly, no," she laughed. Working overtime had never made her horny. Only tired. This was really getting hilarious.
She wrote back. "Go fuck yourself!"
"Why don't I fuck you instead?" the answer came immediately from Jupiter.
She could not resist answering the unknown jerk. "I don't think you measure up."
But she didn't have the time to wait for this jerk to get done. She closed the lid of the laptop a little harder than she used to and reached for her coat. Locating her keys she prepared to walk swiftly and efficiently through the dark building. The light switches were at the other end of the corridor, so she would have to walk through the darkness. She had always hated that whenever she worked overtime.
She just shook her head to the fear creeping into her spine. This was so silly. She really had an imagination that was working too much. Maybe she should simply stop watching all those stupid TV-series involving the supernatural. They only enhanced her silly ideas of men lurking in the shadows and strange creatures moving around and killing people. Yeah, right. As a scientist she should really know better than to believe everything she saw on TV, but try telling that to her imagination just now.
She stepped into her boots and closed the door to her office, before she walked briskly down the hallway. Along the way she passed all the open doors leading to the other offices and the labs. Not a soul was around, only dark shadows and strange structures. How could a place that seemed so warm and friendly in the daytime, suddenly make her feel this squeamish?
She had better not let any of her colleagues know about this. They would only laugh and call her hysterical. Afraid of her own shadow they would say. No, she had better start thinking about something else entirely. Like how she needed to buy new tires for her car. She had better contact some suppliers to get a few price-estimates. Who knew how much four new winter tires would cost her? Probably not that much, but what did she know about cars and costs? Extremely little and she didn't intend to become an expert either.
Coming to the end of the office corridor, she saw the stairwell in front of her. Now she had just to pass the stairs and then she would be in the lobby. She could already see the faint lights from the bottom floor.
Suddenly a hand came out of nowhere and grabbed her arms in a hard grip. She panicked and threw a punch toward the person holding her, and she felt it hit flesh. A man yelped and she punched him again before tearing herself loose and started running down the stairs.
"Stop her!" she heard someone yell behind her. She could hear the sound of someone running down the stairs after her. She struggled to locate the keys as she prepared to launch herself out of the main door.
Suddenly someone ran right into her and she screamed as she fell onto the floor. A hard body landed on top of her, and a hand was placed over her mouth as she tried to scream. Only a muffled sound was heard, and she struggled to get rid of the assailant, punching and kicking in all directions she could. She opened her mouth and bit him hard as she got a hold on one of his fingers and she heard his loud yelp as he removed his hand.
"Fuck you, bitch!" he snarled at her. "What was that for?"
"Get away from me!" she creamed as she continued the assault on his body in order to remove his weight from her body.
"Lay still!" he ordered. She heard several people running toward them. "Give me a hand here," her attacker ordered the others, and immediately her mouth was gagged with a piece of fabric and tied behind her head. She struggled and gave punches in all directions she could, and she heard the grunting of the man on top of her as she connected with his ribs.
"Damn it! Just tie her, will you!" He reached for her arms and held them above her head as someone else tied a rope around them. At the same time another man griped her legs and tied them together as well.
"Thank god," the man snarled. "She nearly unmanned me before you bothered to show your asses." The other two men just grinned and one of them finally answered.
"I thought you could contain a woman at any time, Rob? Maybe you're getting old."
"Funny," the man called Rob answered. "A woman yes, but this is a banshee. All right, let's get going. Jack, you take her."
One of the men bent down and lifted her over his shoulder accompanied by her intense struggles. No way if she was going to le these creeps take her somewhere against her will. Who knew what they wanted with her. Her protests against going quietly were soon rewarded by a hard slap on her ass.
"Lay still, woman, or I'll spank you harder," Jack growled.
Great, a BDSM supporter, she thought as irritation spread through her. Then he laid his hand directly on her ass as to remind her of his warning. She didn't bide him at all and continued rolling her body off his shoulder and at the same time trying to kick him with her legs. He gave her a harder spank and she yelped through the gag. That had hurt. He would pay for this and she smashed her tied hands into his liver and she heard his scream as his knees buckled and he went down on his knees.
"Problems?" Rob asked as he came back for them,
"Yes, this bitch is trying to kill me," Jack gasped and held onto his side.
"I'll take her then," Rob said and lifted a struggling Zia onto his shoulders. "Stop that!" he growled. "Or I might be tempted to do something I will regret."
