My divorce was final a week ago and I am just getting settled in my new home. I moved from the big city of Minneapolis to a small town in Montana. Right now I am settled in an apartment complex right in town while I explore ranch properties on the market. Unfortunately, my apartment is so small most of my furniture and things are in a storage unit outside of town.
I worked at a hospital in Minnesota in the admissions department and was fortunate to find a job with a surgeon's office here in Montana. Luckily my ex-husband and I had no children to fight over in the divorce and since he was the one to cheat I pretty much got everything in the divorce.
I am still young enough, only 25, to start over with someone new. I am five feet tall with long black curly hair and light blue eyes. My features are dainty and my figure petite.
The day after I started my new job I realized that I accidently packed away my social security card in my storage unit. Unfortunately, I work until late and I have to have it the next day at work so I have no choice to drive out and get it before going home tonight.
It is after six o'clock when I head out of town towards the storage unit which is almost ten miles out in the middle of nowhere. The temperature is starting to drop below thirty and being in a skirt and heels is uncomfortable.
There is no one at any of the units when I drive up to mine and open it up. I tried to keep my unit organized after the moving men dropped everything off but I am irritated to see that the box I need is buried somewhere.
I have kicked off my heels and am bent over a stack of furniture with my ass in the air when I hear a loud pickup truck nearby. Not wanting to be seen in such a position I try back up and gain my feet but I am hopelessly stuck.
I hear voices behind me, at least two, as well as doors opening and closing.
"Well what do we have here Frank?" I hear a drawl behind me as a hand caresses my thigh. I sputter and squirm to no avail.
"We have a city girl on our hands Chet." Another voice drawls with a chuckle as the hand rises higher.
My skirt is pushed above my waist and my thong is yanked off quickly.
"Please!" I manage to croak as I lose my breath. "Can't breathe!"
Before I can react I am suddenly over the shoulder of one of the men and the other swiftly ties my feet together. I am thrown face down on a sofa and my hands are tied behind my back. They then throw me in the backseat of the pickup truck before I hear them shut and lock my storage unit.