"Where are you taking me?"
The bastard smiled down at her menacingly.
"If I'd wanted you to know that I would have told you already. I can come up with a distraction if you'd like. Unfortunately my rather abrupt departure meant leaving my favorite toys behind but no need to worry, there will be a steady supply where we are going. I don't trust you not to bite without a gag, but in the meantime you can put those pretty little hands to good use."
He rubbed the crotch of his pants suggestively and she scowled at him angrily.
"Do you remember the first time we met? I told you to go to hell. My opinion hasn't changed."
One minute he was laughing at her, the next minute he yanked the girl up by her hair and slammed her head against the window hard.
"I'm sure I will eventually, but that's not going to happen today. Remember slut, I know how to make you beg. Do you really want to find out how much pain you can take before you give in? I don't need any toys for that demonstration."
Hannah's instinct was to continue defying him, but reason won out. She would only have one chance for escape and it had to happen before they reached their intended destination. The odds of her being able to act when the opportunity arose were significantly lower if he disabled her in some way.
She gritted her teeth and slumped down, not resisting when he unzipped his pants and reached for her hands, wrapping them around his rapidly swelling member.
She was glad he wasn't demanding a blowjob but she hadn't practiced her masturbation skills and her movements were awkward and obviously reluctant. Her captor didn't seem to care, he was more interested in submission than the actual service she was providing. He was barely focused on what she was doing and it took awhile to actually get him worked up but even as disengaged as he was he couldn't hold out forever. Eventually he exploded, splashing cum into her face and onto her naked breasts. She moved a hand toward her face to wipe it clean and he slapped it away.
"Leave it slut."
She dropped her hands to her lap and slumped down, trying to appear as dejected as he intended her to feel. Let him think he had won. She hadn't even come close to breaking. She was no longer holding onto hope that James would rescue her, she was going to get herself out of this mess on her own.
His attempt at humiliating her completed he slid away from her and occupied himself with his phone. Though she couldn't come close to looking out the window she focused on what she could figure out by using other senses. The men in the front seat were eerily silent so she paid careful attention to their rate of speed and the road. They seemed to be going quickly and the road seemed fairly smooth so she surmised they were on a highway or freeway but she rarely heard anything indicating they were passing other cars so she decided to bide her time. Escaping while naked in the middle of nowhere wasn't going to significantly improve her situation.
As light faded into dusk she became antsy and started shifting about nervously, carefully testing the bastards response. He paid no attention to her discomfort, much to her relief. Suddenly they slowed and the driver swore under his breath, griping to his copilot about construction. Before she could decide if she should act they gained speed again, but this time she could tell they were regularly passing other cars. She decided her best bet was to make a move when there was a reasonable amount of traffic with a hope of somehow drawing attention to the vehicle.
She inched gradually toward the center console, watching cautiously to see if she was drawing attention to herself. The bastard seemed to have decided to once again pretend she was invisible and this time instead of leaving her desperate for acknowledgement it was working in her favor. The driver slowed and swerved as if to miss another vehicle and she took advantage of the moment. Lunging herself over the console she dived toward the driver kicking and screaming like her life depended on it, because it likely did.
The bastard acted first, swearing as he tried to grab her legs. The driver took a hand off the wheel to push her away and gave her the opening she needed. She grasped the wheel as hard as she could and wrenched it to the right. There was an impact as the car sideswiped another vehicle and belatedly she realized she was putting others at risk but she didn't have time to dwell on the fact.
The bastard screamed at his driver to keep going and grabbed the girl by the waist, pulling her back into the back seat. He wrapped his hands tightly around her neck and began squeezing with all of his strength. She heard the welcome sound of sirens in the distance but as spots formed in her vision she realized they might reach her too late.
She was yanked suddenly back into consciousness by the pain in her scalp as the bastard drug her from the car by the hair. By the time she was fully coherent she was standing in the bastard's grasp at the side of the road with his knife against her neck. She watched anxiously as two officers approached them with guns drawn, attempting to verbally subdue the bastard. Screw that, she knew the bastard wasn't going to simply give up and hand her over and she hadn't crashed a car and survived being strangled just to stand naked on the side of the highway listening to a pointless negotiation.
Taking a deep breath she dropped down to make herself deadweight and simultaneously twisted toward him, shoving a finger into his eye. She felt a sharp pain as the knife dug into her neck but she didn't waste energy trying to figure out how bad the cut was. As the two officers moved in she crawled away from the bastard on her hands and knees. Only after she felt she was far enough away to be out of danger did she put a hand to her neck and press against the wound, trying to stop the flow of blood. Moments later an officer was by her side, pushing her hands out of the way and applying a cloth.
As the confused scenario slowly stabilized she was swept off the ground into a waiting ambulance, where a medic thankfully wrapped a blanket securely around her before evaluating the wound. He must have been satisfied that it wasn't serious, after securing a bandage with medical tape and asking her a couple questions to ensure lucidity he let a waiting officer move in toward her.
"That was gutsy."
She wasn't sure if that was a compliment or a rebuke, and frankly she didn't care.
"It worked, I'm still alive. Is the other car okay?"
That seemed to throw the officer off for a minute before he realized the source of concern and assured her the car they had impacted had only minor damage and no injuries. With that reassurance she shifted her attention toward the fate of the bastard.
