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.
As soon as I can draw breath I begin to scream for all I'm worth. Unfortunately, the two men don't let me get away with that for more than a few seconds before a piece of duct tape is slapped against my mouth.
Determined to get away I struggle against the ropes on my wrists, but the only thing I manage to accomplish is to break the skin and cause bleeding.
The fear coursing through me is making it hard to breathe and my heart is pounding so fast I feel like I am going to have a heart attack. One of my abductors climbs in the driver's seat of the truck and I hear my car door open and close, leaving me to believe that the other guy is driving my car.
Oh God! Where are they bringing me? I continue to work on freeing my wrists as we drive away from the storage unit. The drive away from the storage unit seems to last forever and without being able to see a clock I have no idea how long we actually drove. I know from the constant darkness outside the windows that we are outside of town, a long ways.
Finally he stops and turns off the truck and then I hear my car turn off as well. Opening up the back door he pulls me out of the back seat and over his shoulder. I gaze around; trying to see where I am but it is so dark I cannot see anything.
I am brought into a small cabin and plopped down on an old orange couch. I get my first glimpse of my assailants as I look up in terror. One of them is at least six and a half feet tall with massive muscles. He has black hair, goatee and bright green eyes. The other one is about six inches short with a slim toned build. He has golden brown hair and hazel eyes. If I were to see them in town I would not feel intimidated by them because they look like your average country boys.
The giant takes a knife from his belt and walks towards me with an eager look in his eyes. Panic again fills me and I struggle to loosen the ropes on my wrists. He quickly cuts the ropes on both my ankles and my wrists. Before I can flinch away he rips the tape off my mouth causing me to scream.