Chapter 1: Caught
Kira O'Donnell ran as fast as her young legs could carry her, down the street and towards her home. Under the glow of the street lights the girl shone like an angel. In her high heeled shoes, and her knee length white skirt. Her top half included a white V-neck shirt with four buttons down the front, three of which were undone; over her shoulders Kira wore a soft white sweater that kept her warm from the chill of the cool April air.
Kira continued to rush, her shoes clicking and clacking as she ran, echoing on the deserted street, twenty minutes late already and still four blocks from home. Like this, on any Saturday night, Kira had a very strict curfew which she had now broken for the third week in a row. Though, what more can be expected from an 18 year old. As she got closer and closer to her home she began to think up excuses that would justify her lateness again. She knew that the classic, "the movie ran late, and we lost track of time," wouldn't cut it. She also knew that she couldn't tell her over protective father the truth, that being that she had spent the night on the couch with Brad Stevens, in his empty house making out while some movie, she couldn't even remember the title, played in the background. She certainly couldn't tell her father of how the star forward on the basketball team's hand found its way up her shirt to fondle her tit through her silky white bra for over an hour.
A chill ran through her, and Kira found herself chewing on her bottom lip as she remembered the soft feel of Brad's touch through the thin fabric of her bra. Kira felt her nipples tighten and poke through her bra, clearly becoming visible through the white shirt. Kira forced herself back into the present moment as she looked at her surroundings, and then at the silver watch wrapped around her left wrist, she really needed to hurry or she would be grounded next weekend and her date with Brad would be off.
In a moment of what seemed like sheer genius, the young girl decided to take a short cut through the park that would lead her to a street less than one block from her home. She was certain it would save time and possibly even save her upcoming date with Brad. She quickly darted into the park, noting that her shoes no longer made a sound on the over grown grass. The young girl was also quick to note that what lighting did exist in the park was either inadequate or broken as she could barely see what dips and peaks were ahead in the landscape as she rushed towards home.
Kira was so focused on getting home that she didn't take note of the sound of breaking twigs behind her, she didn't hear the heavy breathing as it got closer, and she didn't even feel the hot breathe on the back of her neck, that is, not until she felt the strong masculine arm wrapping around her waist and the second hand cupping her mouth, preventing her from making any sound louder than a muffled scream.
The attacker, a man hidden in the shadows of the dark park, carried the young girl a few feet to her right into an area where they would be hidden even more so by a group of over grown shrubs. When he reached what he determined to be a perfect spot he threw her to the ground and listened as her light body hit the unforgiving grass with a thud. A small yelp escaped Kira's mouth as she traveled through the air. As soon as she hit the ground her eyes immediately closed, part in fear and part in pain due to the strike she suffered to the back of her head. Although she didn't see it, she felt the man get on top of her, quickly covering her mouth before she could call out for help.
The man's hand dripped with sweat as he held down the young girl, finally speaking as she opened her blue eyes to find a pair of dark green eyes staring back at her, "This will all be over soon, stay quiet. Understand?"
Kira couldn't move her head, the man was holding her too tight to allow that, but her eyes showed the man fear, enough fear that he knew she understood. Next, Kira heard the sound of duct tape being pulled from the roll, the sound echoed in the secluded park and Kira lay still under her attacker as he removed his hand from her mouth and replaced it with a large piece of duct tape.
Next the man's sweaty hands found hers and raised them high above her head. He tightly grabbed her small wrists in one hand and using the duct tape, he began to tie her wrists together with the silvery adhesive. A small chuckle escaped the man's lips as he admired his handy work. In response Kira looked up at him, tears welling in her young eyes, begging for release. In the darkness of the park Kira could see very little of the man, it seemed as if he was a shadow, the only parts of him she could see clearly were his emerald green eyes and the short brownish hair atop his head.
Kira kept her eyes closed the majority of the time, almost as if silently wishing she was some place else, anywhere else. It was because her eyes were closed that she didn't see the knife as the man pulled it from his pants, she didn't see the silver handle, or the shining steel blade as he opened it, and she only felt its cold unforgiving touch as he pressed it to her neck. "Stay still and you won't get hurt," he said simply, his voice calm and even.
The young girl felt as though her body was on fire as she felt the knife against her neck, she couldn't explain why, but it was like a rush of adrenaline through her veins despite the fact that she had never been so scared in her life. The blade moved slowly across Kira's neck, not cutting, just playing and teasing the skin. The blade moved to her throat and slowly began to venture downward, towards her cleavage. Ignoring the sweater that hung over her shoulders the man cut a single, long thin line down the front of Kira's shirt, slicing it slowly into two pieces.
The duct tape muffled Kira's screams as she felt the knife against her chest; it also restrained her arms, which the man still held above her head. As she struggled against him, he kissed her softly on the forehead and pulled the shirt off in pieces tossing them aside into the shrubs. Kira felt the cool night air against her stomach and chest, and began to panic some more, struggling unsuccessfully against the tape and the man, "Shhhh," he calmed her, "relax... shhh." Kira didn't know why but strangely, she felt calmed by the man's voice and she stopped struggling and remained frozen under him, her eyes closed. She could hear the man's heavy breathing as he sat over her, and then she felt the touch of the knife again, this time teasing her cleavage slowly, and nipples through the bra she wore. Kira was horrified when she felt her nipples harden, much like they did when Brad touched them. She lay silent, her face burning red in the darkness as she felt a hand teasing her sensitive tips. It wasn't long before the man put his whole hand on Kira's right breast and began to fondle it more lewdly. Slowly he squeezed and molded the creamy flesh with his fingers; this lasted several long minutes before the hand switched to the left breast and gave it the same treatment.
It was only after all this that the man slide the sharp edge of the knife down the front of Kira's bra splitting it like a ripe piece of fruit into two pieces, exposing her hot young C-cups to the man. Still with her eyes closed, she heard the audible moan of the man as he exposed her breasts. By this time she had stopped struggling against him, letting him hold her wrists. She had resigned herself to the fact that she could not escape, because of this she lay frozen with her eyes closed, waiting for it to be over.
