Jill moved through the darkened living room, her body unwinding after another busy day. She was setting the house aright before bed, turning off lights and locking doors as she moved toward her own room, where she'd slept alone since her husband had run off with his sexy new secretary.
Her mind was on the conversation she'd had with a friend on the Internet earlier. They'd met in a chat room earlier that year, and their chats had become steamier and steamier. Tonight she'd finally agreed to meet him that weekend, had given him her phone number so they could talk in person.
She didn't realize he could learn so much more about her from those numbers...
She was stepping out of the shower when a movement in her room caught her attention. She wrapped her towel around her and stepped into the room.
"Hello?" she said hesitantly. She listened for a moment. When she didn't hear anything, she drew a pair of lace panties and a short lacy nightgown from her drawer. She shrugged into her clothes, then turned to go back to the bathroom so she could dry her hair.
She didn't even have time to register someone was there before the hood was thrown over her head. She struggled and screamed as her hands and feet were duct-taped together. She was hoisted onto a broad shoulder; she was carried a short distance then dropped into the trunk of a car. Something soft was thrown over her and the trunk slammed shut.
She didn't know how long they drove, couldn't tell where she was. After a while the road had gotten rough, so she assumed they were on a dirt road when the car stopped. She lay there quietly, saving her strength for when she had a chance to fight.
The trunk opened and the blanket was pulled from her body. Her abductor pulled her out of the trunk and slung her over his shoulder again. She began to beg, tears streaming into her hair.
"Please... oh God... please let me go. I'll... I'll do anything you say, just let me go, please!!"
"Oh, I know you will, Jill," he said with a soft chuckle as he dumped her painfully on the ground. "You're going to please me well before - *if* I let you go."
She gasped as she hit the ground, but rolled over onto her knees, pleading.
He laughed again, a soft purr of noise. "I love to hear you beg," he said. "It's just what I want to hear from you."
At his words her blood ran cold. Those were the exact words her Internet lover had used earlier that evening.
"B..Bruce?" she asked timidly.
He moved behind her and fastened a strap around her left ankle. He cut the tape on her ankles, then quickly attached a strap around the other ankle, pulling her feet far apart.
"Master," he breathed in her ear.
Chills ran across her skin as he moved in front of her and fastened her wrists with another set of straps, forcing her hands far apart in front of her.
As soon as she was helpless, he removed the hood and stood in front of her.
"That's better," he said with a wicked smile.
Jill's blood ran cold at the look on his face. That face, so familiar from the photos he'd sent her over the past few months. He was handsome, short dark hair, flashing blue eyes, and a small cleft in his chin. He was wearing a black t-shirt and black jeans.
He pulled a knife from the sheath on his belt and knelt in front of her, holding the knife to her throat.
"These are the rules," he said softly. "You will submit to me. Anything I ask for, you will give me. Anything I tell you to do, you will do. If you do this, you will live. If you don't, then... well..."
He drew his knife across her throat. A thin line of blood welled up behind it. He growled, the sight of blood exciting him. He used the knife and half-cut, half-tore the her clothes off, hurting her.
She tried to squirm away from him, instinctively. He drew back his arm and slapped her across the face.
