I knew it was a dumb idea to walk home from work by myself. It was dark even though it wasn't too late, and the route home wasn't exactly through the busiest or safest of routes. But I had done that walk a thousand times! How was I supposed to know this time would be any different.
But it was. I was about half way home, it was cold so I had on my jacket, hat and scarf. I was walking through the park, admiring the eerie view of the trees in the orange glow of the street lights. That's when I noticed the man walking towards me.
I didn't have any reason to be nervous, it's not like he was following me because he came from another direction. My guard was up but I felt fairly calm and just avoided looking at him as our paths came closer to crossing.
"Excuse me?" My heart started pounding in my chest as he spoke. My head started to wonder if I should be running. "I'm so sorry to bother you but do you know where Bank Street is? I calmed a little, looking up he was a young guy close to my age, and he looked sincere.
"It's actually back the way you came," I laughed to try and lighten the mood. He was actually really cute so I offered to show him since I was walking that way anyway and it was only a few minutes walk. He introduced himself as Harley, and was friendly enough but didn't walk too close, probably realising how it might come across.
As we reached the park entrance on Bank street I didn't even second guess the big range rover with blacked out windows parked out front. I turned to him to politely part ways when I saw him lunging towards me, grabbing me with surprising force.
A cloth was over my mouth which smelled sickly sweet and made me struggle to think clearly. The last thing I remembered was being put in the back of the car by Harley and then it all goes black.
Now here I am, naked and chained to a bed. I don't even want to think about how he got my clothes off when I was unconscious, or whatever else he might have done. The room is medium sized, with a metal framed king bed. Not much else in terms of furnishings except a wooden side table that was drilled into the wall.
I was under some covers at least, a soft black duvet. But underneath both my ankles and wrists are cuffed with a heavy metal. These aren't pulled tightly, I can roll over but can't really move off of the bed.
My wrists are attached to each other with a thick chain maybe half a metre in length. There are two doors in the room, both closed and a window which has light seeping in around curtains which are drawn.
I have no idea what to do, should I scream out or would that just draw my kidnappers attention? I can't see anything that I could use to escape, there aren't even any pillows. I lay there restless but still drowsy for what felt like hours until I drifted off to sleep again.
I wake up, god knows how much later and I have an arm draped over my waist. Panic sets in, this is him, the man who stole me just lying next to me. I scream, unable to stop myself at the shock and fear. He jolts awake to see me trying to get as far away from him as I can.
It was the man from the park, he had no t-shirt on showing off his lean body which so easily overpowered her before. I curled up in the bottom corner of the bed, trying to cover myself with the duvet, tears are forming in my eyes as I imagine what he's going to do with me. He looked drowsy and confused at the scream, but sighed as he looked over me cowering.
"Come back over here and lie down." He said calmly and sternly, looking at her like he assumed she would immediately obey him.