The day started out like any other, me cussing and slamming the snooze button. It was mid-May and the morning was still a little chilly as the sun was rising. I'd had this job for a couple months is all, and it was getting old real fast. I'd picked up a job working with a lady in a small town nearby, who traveled and painted anything and everything for people. In all reality, I was her bitch, doing the work nobody else wanted to do. I planned on sticking it out the rest of the summer, as it paid well and wasn't too far from home.
I rolled out of bed, combing a finger through my hair and shuffling to my dresser. Glancing in my top drawer, I groaned. It'd been awhile since I'd done laundry, and all I had left for underwear was cute ones, usually saved for special nights out. Not that those happened lately anyways. I grabbed a simpler black pair, cute lace cheekers that hugged my ass nicely. With my plain blonde hair and bright blue, green eyes, I knew I wasn't extremely pretty, mostly just average. One thing that stood out was my body, thought I definitely had a little fat on my tummy, I had curves in all the right places.
Grabbing a simple white v-neck and cut off shorts, I make my way to the bathroom. I flip the shower on, letting the steam fill the small room as I strip my nightclothes off. I pull the curtain aside and relax as the hot water runs down my body. Washing my hair quickly, I squeeze some soap into my palm and start lathering it up my arms and across my stomach and breasts. I squeeze them lightly, pinching at my nipples. At a small D cup, they're the perfect handful. I watch as the water trickles across my hardening nipples, washing away the sweet smelling body wash. I rinse the rest of my body quickly and shut off the water.
I try to dry off quickly, having spent more time in the shower than I should have. I tug my shorts up my tan legs, sliding them over my ass. They're tight, and I groan. I don't have time to go through my other shorts right now, so I pull my shirt over my head and brush through my hair. Grabbing a water bottle, I slip my flip flops on and head out the door.
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I arrive about ten minutes early, and to no surprise my boss isn't there yet. There's a note taped to the door reading: Will be a couple hours late -- pick weeds in driveway and mow lawn please. I glare at the paper, wishing it would burst into flames. I dramatically blow my hair out of my face and whirl around to find gloves.
Finishing the weeding fairly quickly, I'm sweating slightly in the warm afternoon sun. I straighten up to look around. The lawn I was to mow next was down the road a ways, around my boss's house. The house is set back off the main road, no other houses very close by. The yard is pretty large and hasn't been mowed in a while. Probably not since the last time I did it. I push my hair back off of my forehead and start walking.
I don't make it far when I hear a vehicle coming up behind me. A truck speeds by, one I've seen around town a few times before. To my surprise, it slams on its breaks and starts backing up.
I stop walking, caught off guard. It's not unusual for people to be friendly in a small town like this, but I was still wary. The truck stops at my side and the driver's window rolls down. Peering out is a guy in his early 20s. He's pretty handsome, dark brown hair falling across his forehead, blue eyes squinting through the sun at me. A deep voice matches his looks nicely, "Need a ride?"
"Oh, thanks for the offer but I'm just going to that house down the road. It's not too far of a walk." I use my flip flop to scuff a hole in the gravel, glancing back up at him.
"You workin' for Leah? I bet that's a good time, from what I hear anyways." He grins, showing a line of fairly straight, white teeth.
I wince, nodding. "I'm just back from college and wanted to pick up a simple job around home. This isn't exactly what I thought I was getting into. It's money, I guess."
He chuckles, "I hear that. Why don't you get in and I'll take you the rest of the way?" He fidgets with something in his lap.
I chew on my bottom lip, contemplating my choices. I glance in his truck, looking at the passenger seat. Nothing looks like it could be used to kill me, but still, it's not that long of a walk.
"Thanks but I'll pass this time. It's not too far, and my shorts were pretty hard to get on this morning, so I could use the walk." I laugh, blushing when I notice him looking at my ass, "I really should get going, though."
"Get in."
I'm taken aback, my head whipping back around towards him, "Excuse me?"
His door suddenly flies open, a completely different person than I just talked to charging out of it. He's turned dark, determined. I react late from shock, and turn to run as he grabs my wrist. I twist it hard, wrenching it from his strong grip. I catch a glimpse of something in his hand, which sparks fear and kicks me into gear. I bolt, running towards Leah's house.
However, running has never been my strong suit and I feel him close behind me. He steps on the back on my flip flop, causing me to face plant pretty hard. The shoe comes off and I roll over to my back, sitting up and trying to scramble backwards away from him. I start screaming, know that this far out of town that people probably won't hear me. He looms over me and then drops down, kneeling over my stomach and shoving me back into the road. The gravel presses hard against the back of my head, poking and sticking in my hair as he presses a dirty rag against my mouth and nose. I use everything in my power to try and buck him off of me, my hands tearing at his in attempt to pull him away. I fight hard to hold my breath for as long as I can, but soon I'm forced to gasp for air. In seconds, everything goes black...
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I awake to darkness. My head is foggy and sharp pains shoot through my skull. There's duct tape across my chapped lips. My whole body aches as I try to sit up, to no avail. My hands are tied above me to what I guess would be a headboard. Only my right foot is tethered to something at the bottom of the bed. There's a pillow stuffed under my head and I want to laugh. How thoughtful of him. The whole scene plays through my mind as my heart races. I yank against my restraints, needing to get out of this place. The thin rope cuts into my wrists, causing me to wince in pain. I know I could easily lick off the duct tape and scream, but honestly I'm afraid to even try. There's a good possibility I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere and would just make my captor mad. I squeeze my eyes shut, tears rolling down my cheeks. My head is killing me and struggling is only making it worse. I slip into a fitful sleep.
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The next time I wake, light filters through small windows close to the ceiling. They've been covered with dark sheets, but the sun seeps through, coating the room in a soft glow. I can tell now that I'm in a basement. It looks to be fairly large, almost one big room. The bed I'm tied to is in the back corner, against the wall on my left side. To the right of the bed is a small living room of sorts. A T.V. is mounted against the wall, dvds and video games strewn across the floor in front of it. One lone couch sits opposite of the T.V, a single pop can on the side table next to it. Beyond my feet is a ping pong table, red cups and beer bottles littering the top. On the wall is a dart board, next to a picture of a scantily clad girl holding an energy drink. Definitely a party spot for this guy.
I hear a door slam above me and boots thud across the floor. My heart races and I struggle again. I can finally see my restraints, tightly tied red baling rope that's common for the Midwest. It's also incredibly hard to break. The boots clunk down stairs on my right, though I can't see any. My heavy breathing catches when he comes around the corner...and it's not him.
They're obviously related, brothers I would assume. This one is older, about the same muscular build and average height. He has dark hair as well, but with a nicely trimmed beard. The same blue eyes shine as he passes by a covered window.
My eyes widen as he comes closer, sitting at the bottom of the bed towards my feet. I pull myself as far away from him as possible, fighting against my restraints.
"Stop."
I freeze, my chest the only thing moving with my labored breathing.
He sighs, glancing from my heaving breasts down my body. He noticed my untied leg right as I remember it. Without thinking, I kick hard, going for his face. The awkward angle of having to go across my right leg throws me off, and I connect with his neck. Not as powerful or as accurate as I would have liked it to be, he still shoots off the bed, sputtering and choking.
He straightens up, glaring at me. He walks across the basement and opens a door I hadn't noticed before. He comes back, and I can almost see the steam coming out of his ears. He grabs my free foot roughly, producing more baling rope from his pocket. Tying it tightly around my ankle, he yanks hard, earning a muffled yelp from me. He leaves no slack in this ankle, pulling me hard in that direction. I can already feel it slicing into my skin. A tear rolls down my face again and he glances back up at me.
"Never, ever try anything like that again. You'll be so, so sorry little girl. I came down to untie you and look where your bright idea got you." He whirls around and stomps back up the stairs, door slamming not long after.
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What seems like an eternity later, the door slams upstairs again. Softer boot steps follow, coming down the stairs. I'm sickened with myself, how I've been anxious for one of them to come back. I want to right my wrong, get on their good side. That's the only way I'll get out of here. I shut my eyes, trying to look relaxed and asleep.
I peek out through little slits. This time, it's the first man again. He comes around slowly, stopping right next to the bed. Controlling my breathing has never been so hard, and I must've failed at it.
"I know you're awake."
I sigh, opening my eyes slowly and looking up at him. I try to make them look as innocent as possible, hoping he's felt bad and come to let me go. Instead, his hand reaches down and runs a finger lightly up my bare leg. Goosebumps emerge immediately. His hand comes up, trailing up my stomach and across my breasts. He stops at the duct tape. In a swift movement, it's been ripped from my mouth.
"FUCK." I wince, licking my dry lips and tasting blood.
