She walked quickly in a weaving line on the cement sidewalk, nervous. She had heard the pitter patter of feet clad in leather shoes not but a minute before. It was late that night, but she'd never had a problem walking home from work at the hospital before, after all, this was a nice neighborhood, and everyone knew who she was. Her breath quickened as she heard the steps follow behind her. She stopped then, all but fed up with her would-be tormenter. As she turned, a blow landed on her head, something metallic had struck her, she fell to her knees, then was cruelly pushed to her side. As she lay on the ground bleeding, she felt him lift her over his shoulders. And as she drifted off into unconsciousness, a nagging thought told her she wasn't going to like what would happen next.
The movement of her extremities was difficult, as she woke groggily from her unplanned sleep. She opened her eyes then, unable to see anything, she determined she was blindfolded. And as she tried to move her arms again, she realized that she was bound to a bed, quite uncomfortably. Her head throbbed, she could just feel the bruise developing on the side of her face. As she tried to move her legs, she heard what she assumed was the bedroom door slam open, then a bright light was turned on... Visible of course only minutely through the black blindfold.
"So, finally awake are we?" A man with an English accent said to her quite fiercely.
She lay there, silent. Frozen in fear. Too frightened to speak or move.
"Well, answer me you little bitch!" He screamed at her, indignant by the lack of her reply.
She felt a smack, then a light sting on her face.
She screamed what sounded like a squeak, horrified at the prospect that this stranger might actually harm her. She'd thought to herself for a few seconds maybe he just wanted ransom, she was a daughter of the Senator after all. But as he carressed her face, over the spot he'd just slapped, she knew his intentions were much worse. He spoke then.
"Alright now listen to me Becky. If you do what I say, you might just get out of this alive. If you don't, all your daddy will find of you after I've collected the ransom is your pretty little body in about 100 pieces."
She cried out then, desperate.
"Please, please don't do this! My dad, he'll pay you! Please, please just let me go!"
He laughed ruefully, "You are a comical girl aren't you? No, no, I've got much more planned for you. Don't worry dear, I'll be right back, just have to fetch everything we need for our special night."
She was worried then, would he rape her? She wasn't a virgin, but she wasn't exactly experienced either. She cried to herself, as the tears rolled down her cheek she was dismayed to hear the door open again, so quickly after it had closed.
"Ah, darling, you're in luck, I just so happened to have everything we needed in the kitchen and living room!" He chimed at me, obviously pleased that he didn't have to take a trip to the market with his captive still in his house.
"Now, we just need to get rid of those clothes... clothes are no fun now are they?" He sounded as if he were more than happy to be able to rip and tear her clothes to shreds.
"Honey, don't move. If you do, I can't be responsible for what happens to you."
She felt something cold and sharp on her neck. A knife. As it slid down her chest, she could feel the thin material of her hospital uniform giving way beneath the sharp instrument. He glided it through the top then stopped, placing one hand on each side of the newly slit top and opening it, exposing her chest, clad in a black lace bra.
"You really are beautiful, did you know that?"
She lay silent. And as he smacked her stomach, her nipples began to harden.
He didn't cut the bra open, but gently opened the front clasping piece of nylon. And as he slipped the sides of it off of her, he softly lifted her body to fish the garment out from underneath of her.
