Little Old Me

Olivia sighed as she stepped out of work that night. It was late, much later than she had planned but with the end of the quarter, it felt like all hands on deck at all times.

Sometimes she wondered why she decided to go into being a lawyer but the paycheck at the end of each month was nice. It was dark by the time she left the office and she silently cursed herself. She lived close to work and had decided to walk to the office to avoid parking.

Which seemed nice at 8 in the morning, but wasn't as nice at 8 pm. Luckily she lived close, and it was either a quick shortcut through an alley which saved about 10 minutes or about 15 around the block. The alley wasn't ideal, dark and between buildings but she was exhausted and she wanted to get home.

Olivia lifted her bag over her shoulder and started her walk through the alley. It was dark and quiet, no street lights besides the way the moon reflected off a few of the buildings.

"Scream and you die." A voice whispered into her ear from behind her as she felt a blade put up to her neck, a quiet whimper escaping her lip. Her pulse quickened as she felt the sharp metal against her skin.

The man chuckled, she couldn't see what he looked like, too afraid to tilt her head but she could feel behind her. Before she knew it, she was pushed up against the brick wall of the alley, her face almost flush against the brick as cold metal was placed around her wrists. "Hey! You can't-" She started before cut off.

"I can do whatever I want." He said, dragging her a few more feet down the alley and into a side section where a van was waiting. She struggled against him as he reached up and grabbed her breast, palming it between his fingers. "Now you're gonna be a good girl, or else you're gonna die." He muttered to her as he unlocked the back door of the van and almost tossed her in, Olivia hitting the floor with a yelp.

She whimpered, the pain still evident in her breast where he'd assaulted it, still feeling his twists groping the sensitive skin.

Inside the van were two little hooks on the top and floor of the otherwise empty backside and he glanced around for a minute before grabbing rope and securing her ankles and wrists with the metal hooks, her cuffs above her head.

She tried to struggle against him but she was a smaller girl and he was a much stronger male. Even with her fight, it got her nowhere.

"And for good measure, it's a long drive where we're going." He said, grabbing some duct-tape and placing it over her lips. "Mhmmfhf.." Olivia tried to mutter, her words now indescribable grumbles as he slammed the black of the door shut and hopped into the driver's seat.

They drove for what felt like hours, every little bump or pothole, causing her to whimper around the gag, the cuffs digging into her wrists, leaving a red outline.

Eventually, she felt the road shift from smooth to bumpy almost rocky before the van came to a stop. She looked up at the man when he opened the backdoor, the fear evident in her eyes, "Try anything and I'll hurt you." He said, as he carefully undid the rope around her ankles and wrists but kept the metal cuffs on, shutting the back of the door as he kept his hand on her upper arm to control her movements.

The house in-front of her was huge, larger than a house she'd ever seen in her neighborhood. But it was also in the middle of nowhere, trees all around but not a single other soul.

He forced her into the house and quickly locked the door and she looked around, her eyes darting. It was a nice interior, spacious, a beautiful kitchen really despite her fear as she glanced around hoping for any type of escape.

The men held the metal around her wrists leading her throughout the house. She snuck a glance at the different rooms. Eventually he came into a spare room and opened the door. It was a plain room with a bed and dresser. "You'll be staying in here for a while until I'm ready to deal with a whore like you." He said.

Olivia struggled against him a bit as his hand was tightening around her arm and he forced her down to the bed. He grabbed the key and uncuffed her wrists, before cuffing her back around the metal headboard, tying her ankles to the bed with the rope, leaving her stuck to the bed.

The duct-tape was still around her mouth as a few tears fell down her face from fear as he left the room and locked the door. Leaving her trapped with only her own thoughts and an ache in all of her limbs.