The line went dead. Mark pondered the whirlwind relationship, and decided he wasn't ready for it to end. In fact he thought, who was SHE to decide when it ended. And THAT is when the plan became more fully formed. He was aware he would have to be very careful when abducting the girl. Of course he would also need to do some work on his living conditions. It started off with a simple trip to the local DIY store. He picked up an array of chain and nuts and bolts and various padlocks. His house was a way out of town, and no one tended to pass by there, so soundproofing needed was minimal. The basement was perfect for what he needed.
He walked in and surveyed the empty basement. What would, soon enough, no longer be a wasted space, he emptied out the bags he had just brought back from the DIY store. Picking up some chains he began the task of roughly measuring out length's, bolting them to the ceiling so the height meant he could bind her hands up high, at what should be a level just high enough for her to be on tiptoes. He bound other lengths at various places to the wall plotting out the scenarios in which he could use her. He also added heavy duty locks to any openings in the room. Once he got her in, Mel was not going to leave him that easily this time.
Mark decided not to particularly furnish the basement, "she can earn the privilege of blankets and warmth," he thought. Next he went on a long trip to a rather specialist store. He picked up an array of items to bring his new girl into line. He bundled them away, to get out at the earliest convenience from a cupboard placed just outside the door to the basement. And that was the living space prepared. All that was left was to decide how to grab the girl.
Melisa had moved to England from a remote village in Malaysia, her parents had moved for a once in a lifetime job opportunity not long before she was conceived, but she had never been able to fit in with other girls and had decided to move back to England to study, where she ultimately stayed. It would take a long time before her parents tried to get into contact with her, and if they couldn't, it would be even longer before they even considered something might have happened to their precious daughter. She hadn't made any true friends either, so no one would particularly notice her absence. The only massive problem Mark faced was getting her to his basement, without anyone noticing the actual snatching.
He chose a Friday night, giving him two days to arrange emergency resignation emails to her boss. Money wasn't a problem; Mark sailed off inheritance he had received a few years ago. He knew that on Friday, Mel always went to the local Chinese takeout for dinner, usually at about 8pm, as it was winter, he knew it would be easily pitch black by that time and so he just had to find the optimal place to park the van he had procured. He drove around the route she would walk on Wednesday, noticing an optimally placed faulty streetlamp, right near a small back alley which he could just squeeze the van down. He fitted his van with restraints and gags and then began waiting.
Friday finally came, and he was prepared. The wait until she would be there was antagonising, he parked down the planned alley, and waited, and watched. And then he saw her!
He crept out behind her and shoved his hand over her mouth in one lightening, fluid motion, she struggled and he tried his best to both restrain her arms, and keep her deadly quiet. She bruised him badly with her struggles, but she was no match for his 6'2 ex-rugby frame. And he slowly but surely inched her towards her future.
