She couldn't believe she took the wrong turn driving from the conference center to the hotel. "Damn country roads!" she thought as she maneuvered slowly around a tight turn. The road was so narrow, she wasn't she if another car came from the opposite direction that they could both pass on asphalt. Asphalt! Calling it that was a laugh, perhaps at one time it may have been a smooth road but now it seemed it was all potholes and dirt. But the sign said Charlotte, and that's where she was supposed to be heading. Another tight turn came up on her quickly, rounding it the sudden glare from an oncoming truck caused her to slam on the brakes of the rental car. "Damn it!" she yelled. She saw the driver emerge from the old pickup truck, a large mountain of a man, wearing overalls over his bare torso. He was not pleasant to look at, a bushy black beard and a heavy brow gave a frightening countenance when combined with his size.
As he slowly approached her car, she felt a twinge of fear. His truck lights were suddenly blindingly bright. "Someone else is in the truck", she thought. Her fear grew.
She knew she was in the worst kind of trouble when she heard the squealing of brakes coming around the corner and a similarly old pickup truck came up from behind her, headlights on high, again blinding her. The truck stopped and she heard the sound of a door shutting a moment later. Her attention was pulled from the rearview mirror by the sound of another door shutting, looking back in front of her she saw another man walking towards her.
"No, no, no, no, no!" she screeched. She heard them laugh. She knew she had to get out of here. She threw the shift back in drive, and started forward. Suddenly, she felt a bump from behind, throwing her forward in her seat, the truck had hit her from behind. Her car lurched forward 10 feet and hit the truck in front of her. The impact was hard enough for the airbag to deploy. The safety feature worked against her in this instance, slamming into her face, leaving her disoriented. She saw the first man walking towards her now with purpose, a small crow bar in hand. He smashed the drivers side window with a quick flick of the crow bar and dropped it on the ground, reaching for her through the shattered glass.
She remembered struggling, she remembered the others, four in total, approaching. She remembered the terrible fear she felt, and their horrible shrieks of happiness. Then one of them put a cloth over her face with a powerful smell....
That was two months ago as far as she could tell. Her memory was hazy. The things she could remember she wished she could forget. Her earliest memory, after being kidnapped, she would never forget. She had awoken, on a linoleum floor, her wrists and ankles chained to the floor, with enough slack for her to lie down or be on all fours. She couldn't see very well and something hard and cylindrical was between her teeth. A bit and bridle, and horse blinders, she had realized after a few minutes. She was also completely naked. There was a faint light, seemingly from behind her, but no amount of turning her head to see around the edges of the blinders revealed a source.
