Jenna Hansen talked to her husband, ecstatic about her new job. "I am going to love this place, everyone is so nice. Oh and you'll never guess who I met there. Do you remember Barclay Zinman?"
Her husband Greg, stroked his chin, thought a moment and said, "The geek from High School?"
"Yes, all these years after we graduated he's the mail room guy, that and loading the delivery trucks. He still looks the same, pimply and greasy, its hysterical. He is a bit taller and a lot bigger though."
"I thought he disappeared into some cult right around the time we graduated. I haven't thought of that guy in years. Talk about your losers! What will your duties be?"
Jenna smiled and replied, "I'll be doing all their computer layouts and their print ads. I don't get a staff and the hours are a bit long but my pay check is out of this world. According to my supervisor once I get the process for layouts streamlined my hours will be more regular. I figure that will take me six month tops!"
"This calls for a celebration! What restaurant do you want to try?"
Greg kissed his gorgeous wife and embraced her. Twelve years out of high school and she still looked like the track star and pole vaulter she was at her prime. Long black hair, slim and sexy with great breasts and long lovely legs.Greg was attractive but not like his wife. Greg told his wife often, and sincerely believed, that he had married out of his league. He had been on the basketball and baseball teams and the two of them had met at a party for jocks. Although Greg never had the size for the NBA and had flamed out in baseball's low minor leagues he had put a good life together. He owned a small business which paid the rent and kept the wolf from the door. Greg and Jenna wanted a house however. With Jenna's new job the could put the money aside for a down payment in a few months. Life was looking very promising indeed.
That night Greg and Jenna made love. They had talked about children but both of them wanted a house before they had any. With Jenna's new job, Greg anticipated that by this time next year his wife would be in the third trimester of her pregnancy. The idea of trying to make a baby had profound appeal.
For Jenna the first weeks of work were exhilarating, exhausting, yet so so satisfying. Her bosses were proud of her work and were amazed at the progress she was making. The only downside was that she was often the last one out of the building. She didn't mind locking up but the parking lot was dim and the old building gave her the creeps at night.
Friday night was like any other, except more work was required. She called Greg and told him she would be late and then bore down at her job. It was nearly nine O'clock when she at last shut her monitor off. She reached for her coat and then someone large grabbed her from behind and forced a chloroform soaked rag over her nose and lips. Jenna's world went dark.
She came to in what felt like a basement. She was blindfolded. Her hands were bound above her head what felt like cuffs. She could not see but they were leather lined cuffs connected to a chain fastened to the ceiling. He feet were bound. She did not see these either of course , they were held to the floor by strong cords. She seemed intact other wise. She began screaming for help.
It seemed to her that she had screamed for hours, at any rate she was hoarse and her throat was raw. Obviously she had not been heard. Presently she heard footsteps. She heard the lights flick on and felt a hand behind her head reaching to untie the blindfold. She started screaming again but only a raspy hiss came out. The blindfold was pulled away and Jenna met the face of Barclay, the mail clerk from work. She was too stunned for a moment to say anything.
Barclay offered a sip from a bottle of water the liquid soothed her throat and Jenna found her voice. "Barclay, you are in serious trouble. The police and my husband are looking for me. Let me go NOW before you end up with even bigger problems."
Barclay brought a chair forward and sat before Jenna staring at her.
"Your husband and the police have already found you. You were a flaming corpse,"
"What are you talking about Barclay?"
Barclay got a serene look on his face and said, "All will be explained. Do you remember what I did after high school?"
"Barclay, I am NOT here to play twenty questions LET ME GO!"
Barclay got a very evil look on his face and yelled "Answer my question!"
Jenna, in fear, thought for a moment and said, "I don't remember but Greg said that you joined some sort of cult."
"Cult is such a vile word. I joined the Cosmic Consciousness Front. It gave me the discipline I needed and showed me the way to achieve my dreams. Just as it is prophesied it has come to pass! In addition to enlightenment I sought something I thought even more unobtainable. YOU! The elders told me to secure a plan to win your love and devotion. That is what I set out to do and here you are. With no one looking for you we will have time to get to know each other. You don't give me the time of day at work. But HERE you cannot ignore me. Here you will fall in love with me and be mine."
Jenna was trying hard to get her head around the words her abductor was speaking.
"You can't have me Barclay. I have NO desire to get to know you and my heart belongs to my husband. People ARE looking for me."
"I assure Jenna they are not. Everything had to happen today. My sainted mother passed early this morning. It was sad but not unexpected she was profoundly useful to me even in death. I stored her in the freezer until I had secured you. As you have no doubt deduced I drugged you earlier tonight.Everything worked out for Friday. The security cameras at work are on the blink, I know this because the security chief told me. People don't notice me so he had no idea I overheard him on the phone. They were trying to settle it quietly without alerting the employees. Our bosses have some dishonest tendencies. With the cameras not working it was no great problem to clock out, return to work and hide somewhere unobtrusive. My mother's death was a sign, the cameras being out was a sign, the final confirmation was you working late. Heaven lined up everything for me, Barclay Zinman. The universe was telling me to make you mine. I spirited you here in one of the delivery trucks. It was gone and back within a half hour I'm sure no one saw anything. I brought my mother back in the truck. I had your car keys from your purse as well as your purse. I did not like defiling my mother's body but I took a hammer and shattered her teeth. Mom had great teeth to the day she died but the dental records would not match. But with them strewn about the cab of the car, who is going to work hard to verify what they already know? Your car was parked at a rail road crossing, my mother in the driver's seat. Your purse next to her and your wedding ring on her finger. I have studied hard and I rigged the car to explode on impact. A charred female body. (Forgive me mother.) your car, your ring. your effects, your route home. The police have this one solved already. As far as they are concerned you are dead!"
Jenna said. "That's not true, That's impossible!" But she took another look at her hands. Her wedding and engagement rings were missing! Only the white tan line from her rings circled her finger.
"I lusted after you in high school. I told the elders that I wanted nothing more than I wanted you. They told me that if I were pure of heart and disciplined that you be returned to me, And so it has come to pass!".
Jenna began to think quickly, "Barclay, whatever you have planned will not work. I DO NOT love you and I NEVER will. If you let me go now I won't report you. I won't tell anyone what you have done."
"Of course you won't tell anyone Honey, you will be with me always here as my concubine. Its time to prepare you for our wedding!"
Barclay turned and opened a drawer on a cabinet. He withdrew a pair of surgical scissors.
"Your current attire is of the world and hides what should be revealed," said Barclay as he approached Jenna and bent to bring himself level with the hem of her skirt. Jenna had been dressed for work this day no different than any other day. She wore a blue skirt that fell to her knee and a satin white blouse with a blue blazer, professional yet tasteful. Beneath that she had on pantyhose and a pink bra and panty set. Her shoes were simple black flats.
Jenna tried to tear away her bonds but she was fastened tightly. Slowly, yet methodically Barclay began cutting away Jenna's skirt.
"Barclay! Please stop!" Jenna screamed but her abductor seemed oblivious as the scissors made steady progress up her left leg. She felt the chill of the metal as it touched her skin. In mere moments her skit was in tatters at her feet. Her long, lean legs exposed. Next he started on her blue blazer. Despite its thickness the scissors cut through it easily. It fell in three pieces to join the destroyed skirt. Jenna broke out in goose bumps as the metal scissors went to work on her blouse and crept up her flesh from her waist to her shoulder. Now she was clad only in her hose and underwear. Barclay removed Jenna's shoes. She was kept upright by her restraints. Starting at the toes he sliced up her pantyhose one leg at a time before they too joined the pile of clothing on the floor. Jenna squirmed but could not move away from the determined blades. In one movement Barclay cut through the front of her bra and cut through each strap.Her lovely breasts were exposed. Now her only protection was her panties. Jenna could see the obvious bulge in Barclay's pants as he snipped away her panties. Jenna's full bush was exposed to the basement lighting. Jenna began crying piteous tears.
