Inching her car to the side of the road just as it sputters for the last time and dies, she curses her luck. She is miles away from anywhere. The full moon shining brightly, she digs in her bag for her cell phone. Finding the battery dead, she remembers she forgot to recharge it last night before leaving. She can hear her husband lecturing her on responsibility already.
Fuming she puts on her flashers, then pops the hood and gets out to stare helpless into the mess of wires, hoses and metal. Cursing, she kicks the tire as she gets back into her car. This was supposed to be a simple trip, a two-day vacation catching up with her college roommate.
Frustrated she pounds on the steering wheel. She is pretty sure there is nothing in walking distance except wild animals. And someone has to come down this god-forsaken road sometime. In a moment of self-pity she rests her head on her arms and bursts into tears.
A knock on her window startles her. Brushing away her tears, she rolls down the window. The smell of roses floods the car. She finds herself staring into the liquid green eyes of an angel, halo provided by the moonlight shining through silver blond hair. Tall and muscular, her rescuer stares down at her. “Can I help you, love?”
Hypnotized by his perfect teeth, she opens the door, “I don’t know, it just died, “ as she stepped out of the car.
The moment the door closes behind her, she is grabbed and pushed against the car. Her wrists are trapped in one of his huge hands. One of his legs thrusts itself between hers, spreading them. His other hand roughly runs over her body. His lips are at her ear, “Not the brightest are we, love?”
Startled she tries to struggle but finds she only succeeded in moving closer to him. “That is it my pretty, trust me. You are going to enjoy this, love.” He chuckles, “or at least I will.”
Half dragging, he brings her back to his truck. Grabbing a roll of duct tape he secures her hands. “I would gag you too but no one will hear you out here, love, and I have plans for that pretty little mouth.”
Fear grips her as she realizes the dangerous position she is in. Hours of true crime TV runs through her head. The words “they never found the body” ring in her ears. Terrified she babbles, “Please don’t hurt me. Please, they are waiting for me. They will come looking. Please, God, Please don’t hurt me.”
His lips at her ear whisper again, “But, love, pain is half the fun. And God isn’t listening to you right now.”
She feels his teeth on her neck. She cries out in pain as he bites down. One hand forces its way under her t-shirt and bra, roughly grabbing her breasts. She can feel bruises forming. Tears build in her eyes as the clothing is forced up around her neck.
