Abduction
Moments ran in a single line, dispelling images of a life gone by. Images of childhood and adulthood spun in circles, threatening to consume her weary soul. Footsteps, pained by her sudden flight, took on new meaning as she dashed along the paved road. Huffs of white stream poured from her open mouth, stretched into a grimace of terror.
Fresh adrenaline pumped into her veins, making her sprint from danger more daring as she skidded around a corner. Behind her she could hear the musical breath of her attacker and her heart jumped into her throat. This can't be happening, she thought. This is not real. Wake up, wake up dammit!
A low moan sprung from her mouth and she sped up her pace. Her heart was beating hard in her chest and her breaths coming out in gasps. She kept fighting though, unwilling to let herself be caught. If he reached her she'd be dead, she was certain of it.
She broke fast into a deserted alleyway. Water ran along the uneven pavement, remnants of broken gutters and homeless men with nowhere else to urinate. She saw the ground rushing at her before she even realized she had slipped. Darkness threatened to overtake her as she slammed into the hard ground, stars exploding behind her eyelids.
She wasn't done though. With great effort, she pushed herself up and was running again before he could even round the corner. He charged when he saw she had slowed down. She panicked, her eyes glued to the man behind her as she ran. That was her last mistake.
She plowed into a brick wall, her breath ripped from her lungs as she tumbled to the ground. A gurgle escaped as she tried desperately to allow the oxygen back into her body. She moaned as she stirred. Feet splashed in the murky water behind her and her eyes snapped open.
Whipping her head around she saw him emerge from the shadows, a sadistic smile plastered on his face. She tried to sit up but he pounced on her, holding her down with his muscular legs. She went to scream but her voice was muffled by a soft clothe being pressed to her nose and mouth.
Something slightly acidic punctuated her senses and she struggled under his power. Her senses started to drag as her consciousness started to fade, her movements becoming more and more lethargic. As her sight faded from view, she saw the man laugh with an evil smile.
Please let this be a dream.... Please let me wake up.... Please..... Plea...
~*~
Something moved under her and she jerked back into consciousness. All she could see was darkness; her vision impended by some foreign object. She decided it was a bag as she breathed in the stale air. Suddenly her body lurched forward as the thing around her moved. A car then.
Voices murmured quietly in front of her, how far or how close she couldn't tell. She tried to take the bag off her head but was surprised to find her wrists tied securely behind her back. She moved her feet and found the same thing had happened to her ankles. She was a prisoner.
The voices became louder as she struggled with her bonds. Rough hands whipped the bag off of her head and she blinked in the sudden light. Once her vision cleared she realized that she was in a limo, an extremely expensive looking one at that. Across from her sat a beautiful woman who was looking back at her with just as much curiosity.
She was obviously tall with soft tan skin and raven locks tumbling down her back. She wore a tight leather corset and a long black crushed velvet skirt. Her breasts heaved with breath as the sultry woman appraised her. Cold, calculating green eyes stared back into her own blue ones. She fidgeted under the intense scrutiny.
"What's your name, Shug? "she asked, a faint southern accent hidden in her speech. She stared defiantly back until the man beside her reached out and slapped her hard in the face.
"Answer your Mistress!" he growled. Tears sprung into her eyes and threatened to gush out. She squared her jaw and looked right back at the woman, saying nothing. The man reached out and punched her jaw this time. "Answer her, you dirty whore!"
"Grace." The word was dripping with hate but the woman merely raised her eyebrows. Her face hurt like hell but Grace didn't pay attention, she just kept her steely gaze on the woman in front of her.
"Grace, "the woman repeated as though she was rolling the name around in her mouth. She smiled with her full blood red lips, white teeth gleaming in the artificial light. Grace suppressed a shiver at the almost maniacal look in her eye. "What an innocent look you have, as though you have never been touched by another. You may call me Mistress for now."
Mistress reached out with her dripping red nails, caressing Grace' bruised face. She ran her fingers in her long blond hair, twisting the strands and bringing them to her face so she could smell them. She let the hair fall, resuming her journey down Grace' neck and then to her breasts.
Grace squirmed at bit as the strong hands grasped them. The hands ran along her nipples, making them strain against her flimsy tank top. Mistress retreated and glanced at the man. He nodded and unearthed something from his coat. Silver light bounced off the edge of the blade as it swished out from its hiding place.
