We're driving out of the city, I don't know where, last I knew it was towards geelong. I've been replaying the events of tonight trying to figure out why this was happening. He knew my name and he'd come prepared, obviously it was planned, but why would someone want to steal me? My family is far from rich, I don't think anyone hates me enough orchestrate something like this, I'm just an average student, but this isn't just a random thing.
He's taken his coat off now and is just in a t-shirt. I can see the hard muscles of his arm, I never had a chance against that. Remembering how he held me down on the ground earlier with those strong arms, I shivered. And how he punished me with spanking, mmm.
My daydreaming was shattered as he pulled over the car along a quiet dirt road. I looked around quickly. Where the hell were we? He gets out of the car, walks around the front and opens the door on my left. Oh my god. Is this where he kills me? Surely not, unless he's an extra creepy serial killer that takes the time to research his victims.
My heart rate is increasing and I'm struggling to breath enough through my nose. His hand creeps up my leg, making me squirm, before he undoes my seatbelt and helps me out of the car. He must notice how scared I am and gives me a reassuring squeeze.
"Don't worry Lani I'm not going to murder you out here or anything," he chuckles, "this isn't your destination."
Not particularly reassured, but not having a choice either, I let him guide me further down the road. Before long I can make out what looks like a dark four wheel drive. I'm panicking now, who is he handing me over to? Am I going to be people smuggled to some rich creep in a strange country? I start digging my heels in and making as much noise as I can, looking him in the eyes pleadingly. All I know is that I do not want to get into this car. As far as kidnappings go I feel like I've been treated reasonably so far. He seems much safer than anyone else.
"Shhh, Lani. You're fine calm down." He says soothingly. "I'm just changing cars." He shows me the keys and presses the button. Sure enough the lights flash as the car unlocks. I focus on breathing again, I'm okay-for now. He opens the doors of the boot and lifts me to sit on the edge. My feet are about a foot above the ground.
"Stay." He tells me as he points at me. "You're not going to get anywhere, restrained like that, and I'll just have to drag you back. You don't want me to punish you again, do you?" He adds. I just blush in response and he goes to the front of the car, leaving me alone. I think about running but even I'm not that stubborn, I know that he's right.
He comes back with a bag and looks at me thoughtfully. "No one can hear you so don't bother screaming." I look at him questioningly as he takes the scarf off me, reaches around my head and starts unwinding the duct tape. The last layer hurts my face a bit but I'm relieved to have it off. He pulls the now soggy wad of gag out of my aching mouth and holds up a bottle of water with a straw in it. I'm so thirsty that I don't even think about what kind of drugs could be in that water. I have a big sip, the cool liquid healing my dry mouth and throat.
