Chapter One: Taken By Surprise
"Grams, it's me, Anita!" the 18 year old brunette called out again after knocking on the front door.
Still no answer and she began to worry about her 72 year old grandmother. She began to panic thinking something had happened to her only living relative; wondered if she had fallen or worse. Her heart raced when she touched the doorknob and found it unlocked. Slowly she opened the door, stepped inside and placed her backpack and the basket of food upon the coffee table in the living room.
Anita had just lost her parents six months earlier in a tragic automobile accident and the thought of losing her grandmother would surely put her over the edge. She called out again but in a softer voice as she made her way through the house. Finally the only room left was her grandmother's bedroom and she drew a deep breath before stepping inside.
"Grams!" she said after discovering the elderly woman in her rocking chair with her hands and ankles bound with rope.
"Finally you're here," a mysterious male voice said from behind as Anita rushed over to her helpless grandmother.
Anita stopped immediately in her tracks and turned around to see who was behind her. Her eyes widened as big as circles when she saw the burly male towering over her. It was the man who the police was looking for in connection with two missing women and numerous assaults upon women who used the park she walked through every day to bring dinner to her grams house. There he was in person, the drawing of the man that was the topic of the news for the past four to five weeks. He made her shiver with his devilish grin; he studied her from head to toe as if he was an inspector.
"Do as I say and the old broad don't get hurt," he said in a deep voice.
"What do you want?" she asked shakily as she stood frozen beside her grandmother.
"Oh, you'll soon find out what I really want," his laughter sounded so evil and it made her skin crawl.
"Please don't hurt Grams," she pleaded. "Uh, I'll give you whatever you want and won't say a word if you let us go and don't hurt us."
"Shut the fuck up, bitch! I'll take what I want, when I want!"
Anita jumped and held her hand steady upon the elderly woman's right shoulder. She watched as he prowled back and forth like a cat eyeing up a catch. Deep down inside she wanted to say something but was afraid for their safety when he brandished a 4-inch steel blade and waived it about slowly.
"Where's the food?" he growled.
Anita told him where she had left it and he instructed her to get it and to not try and do anything stupid or else. Just as she started towards the door he stopped her, instructed Eloise to keep her mouth shut while he followed Anita to retrieve the basket of food. The frightened woman nodded and watched the male follow her granddaughter out of the room then later returning with the basket as well as dishes, utensils and drinking glasses.
The male swiftly pushed the photos and items off of the table in the bedroom so Anita could set the table. He watched the long haired brunette move about in her white tank top, denim shorts, socks and sneakers. Her hair swayed and her tits bounced as she unloaded the full meal and placed them onto the table. His cock hardened in his pants as this went on and in his mind he imagined himself pounding his cock into her wet, young cunt as he held her down on top of the table.
"Aren't you going to untie my Grams so she can eat?" sarcastically Anita asked.
Grams shook her head at her granddaughter's attitude towards her captor, trying to signal her to tone her voice and actions down but to no avail. The male huffed at Anita's sarcasm and walked up to her and stood with his face directly in front of hers.
"Mmm, you're a feisty one," running his knife under her jaw from ear to ear. "I'm going to enjoy this."
He stepped aside and ran his blade between the rocker's arm and her grand mother's wrist, freeing her temporarily. Instead of releasing her ankles, he reached down, lifted the rocker, Grams and all, and carried her over to the table.
"There," he said as he sat down and began scooping up mounds of potatoes, a couple of chicken legs and tearing a chunk of hot bread.
Anita was disgusted with his lack of manners but waited until he was done before dishing out portions for her grandmother. The only thing she took for herself was a piece of hot bread which she buttered. Grams knew her granddaughter was too upset to eat but tried convincing her to eat even if it was just a bite or two. Anita gave in after awhile and the women ate silently.
Anita piled the dishes and gathered the leftovers and looked at their captor. "Is it okay if I clean the dishes and put the food away?"
He got up, lifted the elderly woman, chair and all, and put her down in the corner and tied her wrists to the armrests. He reminded the woman about keeping quiet then turned to Anita and followed her with her arms full to the kitchen. She swore under her breath at him and his inability to help her carry some of the things.
Within a half hour the dishes were washed, dried and put away and the food was placed in the refrigerator. When Anita shut the refrigerator door the male grabbed her from behind about the waist and pushed his body into her backside. She tried to free herself but gave in when he reminded her about his hurting her Grams if she didn't cooperate. His hands roamed across her flat, taut stomach then traveled upward to her tits. The heat from his breath upon the side of her neck and his hands groping, squeezing and rubbing her tits made her cringe. She closed her eyes and tried to block out what was happening to her.
"Fuck you've got a rack! Fucking big tits for a tiny frame like yours," he ran his tongue at the base of her right ear. "C'mon, let's go back to your sweet Grams. I want her to see."
