Author Note: This is quite a slow start, setting the background, things are going to get quite intense from chapter 2/3 on-wards.
The sun had just disappeared on the horizon. In a few moments the only light preventing total darkness on the street would come from the rare passing by of a car and the occasional streetlight. Moments ago Annie had left her friend Beth's house after spending the day sun bathing and enjoying the freedom of being done their first year of college. Beth had offered to give her a lift home, however Annie only lived a mile away and she did not mind the early evening walk back. Little did she know this would be her last time seeing the sun for a long time.
"Well, its now or never" Marc said to himself as he watched Annie turn onto the street his car was parked at. This road was one of many that Marc often used to hunt for his new project. It was a dark, empty road that had many easy to take exits back onto busy roads, perfect for a quick escape.
As he watched the girl slowly approach from a few hundred feet away; all kinds of thoughts ran through his head. As she got closer he got a better look at her to decide if she fit his criteria. He was looking for a few things. Even though what he was about to do was not legal whatsoever, he had no interest in a girl that was under 18, and anyone over 25 was not as easily manipulated. He almost always chose blond, slightly curvy, and relatively short girls. As Annie got closer, he easily decided that she fit what he was looking for, matter of fact she was a very good looking girl with an innocent and cute looking face. It had taken Marc longer than usual to find his next mark in the cities around his home as hunting in the spring and winter. After getting a good look at her, Marc knew that his patience was about to pay off.
Marc was what one might consider a hard-core dominant, many of his consensual s&m interactions as he first joined the scenes did not sufficiently fill his desire. It took a few years and a mentor for him to realize he was interested in training slaves, particularly the ones who(at first) did not want to be slaves. Over the past few years he had gone through the process multiple times, each time learning and becoming much more adept at his unusual trade. The time that Marc kept each slave varied, but each one never returned to their normal life. Sometimes he would give them to a friend, but usually he would find a buyer for rich men with dark fantasies. He often got hard thinking about what had become of his previous trainee's.
While Marc was part of a tight knit community that partook in similar things to himself, he usually kept his training to himself. Only every now and then would he let his close friends have a glimpse into his current project. Often once a project was "broken", he would share details about how it went this time and some videos of pictures of the training. In Marc's community if you called someone "broken" it meant they were essentially fully trained and could me made to do whatever was commanded. This was always the end goal, though for Marc when they got to this point a lot of the fun was lost. He was a fan of the entire process and watching the evolution of slave go from absolutely hating him to almost loving him.
Annie was now about 5 card lengths away from Marc's car, she was approaching the front of his car. Marc was experienced enough to have killed any lights in his car when he first arrived, and he had his windshield tinted so for all Annie knew. No one was in the car.
Marc reached into his glove compartment and pulled out his pistol. To any normal person it looked like a completely authentic gun, however it was actually just an air-soft gun. He knew how much of a risk it would be if he actually ever fired a real pistol, so there was no point to have one. He waited until she was about a cars length ahead, did another sweep of the surrounding area to confirm no one was watching and go ready to move.
When she was within a few feet of his car door, he swiftly opened the door stood up and pointed his weapon at her.
"No screaming, or talking, be dead silent. Don't even think about running" Marc began before Annie even realized someone was in front of her. She looked up from her phone and instantly tears started trickling down her face.
"I'm not going to kill you as long as you do exactly what I say. Nod your head if you understand" Marc said in a hushed voice. Annie instantly started shaking her head up and down, understanding her current predicament.
Marc approached her and snapped her phone out of her hand. He put it into his left pocket and from the same pocket brought out a pair of police grade hand cuffs.
"Put them on, tight" Marc ordered.
"P..pl..please" Annie began
"I said no talking, do what I said" Marc said, cutting her off before she could get the whole word out.
With very shaky hands she put both cuffs on and Marc approached her again and with his free hand, clicked each cuff a few notched tighter, until he was sure they were uncomfortably snug.
"In the car" He said as he gestured to the passenger seat with his pistol.
Annie took a second to process what he had just said, but understanding there was no escape began walking to the car. Marc followed behind her and opened the door. From the handle on the roof of the passenger side hung another pair of handcuffs, with one cuff already attached to the handle. Marc pushed her down into the seat and promptly attached the free cuff to the chain of the cuffs Annie was wearing.
Marc shut the door and quickly sauntered back to the driver side. The entire interaction had taken less than a minute, everything had gone perfectly. He entered got into his car, where Annie was now audibly sobbing and quickly turned the engine on and pulled out. His first destination was a busier road about 2 streets over, where when he was sure there was no cars behind him, he rolled down his window and tossed her phone out onto the street.
Even though Marc had done this many times, it was always an adrenaline inducing experience and only now was he starting to relax. By no means was Marc a pussy, he had done many illegal things in his life that could have serious consequences. However, taking a girl was the most serious of his offences. He drove another mile down the same road before pulling into a gas station and parking. He opened his glove compartment again put the gun back and took out a ski mask, that purposely only had a mouth hole.
"I'm going to put this on you now" Marc said. This caused annie to cry even harder.
"Please, just let me go here, I promise i'll never tell anyone about what has happened" Annie rambled out in-between sobs.
"It's too late for that" Marc replied as he reached over to her seat and slid it over her face.
Marc was knew that it would be very stupid to take a girl from close to his home, so he only hunted in spots that were at least 30 miles away from where he lived. Often, when he was training a slave, he enjoyed using the car time for some humiliating activities. However that was not the point here, right now he simply needed to get her home.
