"Alright, sweetie. But be really careful...and you have to call me as soon as you get home..ok?" Jennifer was concerned about her friend walking home by herself after midnight, even though it was just a few blocks.
"Don't worry, Jen. I'll be fine. For God's sake, I live 7 minutes away!" Bianca was slightly annoyed at the anxiety of her friend. She has walked home countless times, and nothing had even happened. It was a safe neighborhood.
"But keep your phone turned on..please?" Jennifer persisted.
"Alright, alright..it's on..bye hon!" Bianca said and walked out the door.
Jennifer stood in the doorway watching her friend round the corner, and then closed the door.
Bianca shivered. The night was very cold; around 20 degrees with a slight wind that made it seem even colder. Her short tan leather jacket didn't offer much protection against the cold. Neither did the thin low-cut shirt she was wearing underneath. The wind whipped her long dark burgundy hair around, causing a few strands to become stuck in her lipgloss. She reluctantly removed her hands from her coat pockets to sweep the hair from her face.
"Damn it's cold..brrr.." Bianca couldn't wait to get home and defrost.
The street was quiet; the only audible sounds being the clicking of her heels against the sidewalk and the rustling of dry leaves in the wind.
A street light flickered on and off, and then turned off completely.
****
In his van, further up the street, he watched her come closer. She was very pretty, he reasoned, even though she wasn't close enough for him to get a good look at her face. He liked the way she walked, her hips swaying side to side, and her thighs slightly rubbing against each other. She was wearing a short tan coat, tight dark denim jeans, stiletto-heeled boots that matched the jacket, and a matching purse. Her clothes emphasized her physique. And what a physique it was...He could see she had a thin waist, nice round hips, slightly-large but shapely thighs, and heavy globular breasts. A D-cup perhaps..maybe bigger.
"Mmmmm..."he thought, licking his lips. He wondered what kind of panties she had on.
She was coming closer..he would have to act soon.
***
Bianca continued walking up the street, irritated by the cold. She despised this kind of weather. She couldn't wait to get home, take a long shower, and go to bed.
She heard a car approaching and then slow down alongside of her. The windows rolled down and she could see there were 4 guys in it. Someone whistled.
"Hey baby..want a ride?" one of them yelled out. The others laughed.
"Fuck off" was Bianca's reply. She was too tired to put up with immature assholes. She kept on walking.
They kept on 'enticing' her to join them, but eventually gave up and drove away.
"Morons.." she thought.
The street was quiet once again. She heard a car door open and close ahead of her, but didn't see anyone. It was too dark.
She walked a little faster.
Suddenly, she felt an arm around her waist, pulling her back. Before she could scream, a gloved hand covered her mouth. She was in shock, not knowing how to react. The glove over her mouth muffled her protests. The person pulling her was very strong, because although he had a hold on her waist, her arms and legs were free, and no matter how much she kicked and tried to hit her attacker, her attempts at escape were futile.
"Easy, sugar.." a deep masculine voice whispered in her ear.
She was petrified with fear. Her attacker dragged her to a white van, its back doors already open. He lifted her up and pushed her inside, and then locked the doors. They couldn't be opened from the inside if they were locked. Then, he walked around to the front, and climbed in. He turned on the ignition and drove away, with his victim in the back. He knew she couldn't get out. He speculated that she would do what all his other victims had done -- just lay on the carpeted floor in the dark, until he was ready to 'play'. He purposely made sure that the back was completely dark, to make them even more afraid. It worked all the time. He wondered if she would be smart enough to look for her phone...not that it would help her if she did. Her little silver Motorola was lying on the seat next to him..turned off.
Bianca couldn't see a thing. She was lying on her side with her cheek against a soft carpet. She didn't want to move. She was very scared. Tears rolled down her face and were absorbed by the carpet fibers.
It took her a while to regain her composure. She was a stubborn bitch by nature, and was not going to give in to fear so easily. She got up on her knees, and searched for her cell phone.
"Goddamn bastard took it" she realized.
She crawled to the doors, feeling for a handle. She found it and pulled on it. The door was locked. Not that she would jump out of a moving van anyway. Then she crawled over to the plastic(?) barrier, separating the front of the van from the back, thus separating her from her attacker. She banged on it with her fists.
"Let me go you asshole!" she yelled.
He was amused and surprised at the same time. This was a feisty one.
"Darling, if you enjoy being alive, I strongly recommend you stop that." he said loudly.
The banging stopped. He chuckled. He made a right onto an empty parking lot, and parked the van in a dark spot, so that it looked relatively nondescript. Time for some fun...
Bianca felt a sense of anxiety when the van stopped, and she heard him exit it. She heard the keys unlocking the back doors, and she started shaking.
