I was singing along to an old 90's rock song, in my little white Malibu. I left work early, Mandy said she was good to close the pub alone tonight. I came to a stop sign, 3 cars, too close together to proceed safely kept me there for a few moments.
Suddenly, the passenger door, kitty-corner to me was opened, a dark figure sliding in, my foot slid off the break for a split second, before I replaced it on the pedal. The stranger flew forward, quickly escalating the situation. I heard the door slam as a large hand grasped my mouth and the cool barrel of a gun pressed against my temple.
"You be good, sweetheart." A deep raspy voice came from behind my chair. "Drive." He ordered me, western accent thick in his voice. I took off, going straight.
The stranger reached into my purse, that sitting in the passenger's seat, and brought my phone out.
"SHHHH. Drive Girl!" He hissed at me and pushed the hand gun harder to my head when I panicked for my phone. "Give me your thumb!" He ordered, unlocking and flipping through my phone.
Through the rearview mirror I saw a black cowboy hat, with a bulls head decal and a ski mask pulled up to his eyes. He directed me to a motel nearby.
"Here's the deal, honey. You're going to go in there," he pointed to the front office, "and you're going to get us a room." He paused as our eyes met in the rear-view mirror, dark eyes surrounded by a black ski mask "and if anything goes wrong, your mother is going to get a late-night visit." He held up my mother's contact on my phone, her address listed below her number... "Understand?" I shook my head frantically. He wiped the tears from my face with his thumbs, clearing my smeared makeup. "Good girl, now go. Leave the keys in the ignition."
My hands were shaky and my legs were numb as I exited the car and walked to the front office. The lady at the counter looked tired as I walked in, flopping her magazine on the counter. She didn't say much as I checked into a room. $35 for the night. I gave her a panicked look as I left, but her nose was buried back in her magazine. I walked out, head down, tears returning to my eyes, as I walked back to the man in the driver's seat, the window was cracked. He didn't look up as he ordered me to get in on the passengers side. He told me to give him the key, and drove to the room. Hand back the key when we got there.
"Go unlock the door." He told me.
I got out and walked to the door, unlocking it with the key, the man was right behind me, following me into the room. My heart pounded as the door slammed and locked behind me. His mask was gone now, deep hazel eyes scrutinized me, wild brown hair decorated his crown, a short dark beard covered his masculine, boxy jaw. He was older, being bout 35, and wore a tan Carhartt jacket, a plaid button-up and jeans, with thick hiking boots on.
"Come here." He said, pointing to the bed in front of him, I sat where he pointed and he tied up my wrists and feet, putting duct tape over my mouth. He removed his jacket and took a seat by the window.
We sat in silence for what seemed like ages, his nose poked the rough the curtains watching outside. Sirens passing by several times, making my heart race every time, hoping they would stop outside the motel and save me.
I was about 4 feet from the phone. He was 10 feet away from me. My heart raced as I came to the decision to lunge for the phone and attempt to dial "911."
Big oops. His hand slammed the phone down in place before I could put in the first "1" and he threw me down on the bed like I was nothing.
"You little bitch."
He sat on the bed, I squirmed to the farthest corner of the bed, and he chuckled at me. "You'really too cute." His fist hit the wall beside my head, a loud thud, echoed throughout the room, and made me jump. His face was inches from mine, showing a golden tooth with a perl cross on it. "We're going to be in this room for a while, sweetheart. You may as well get used to it." He whispered in my face, I turned to the side, though it didn't help the fact that his masculine stench intoxicated me.
A rough calloused hand twirled a curl of my blond hair, holding it up to his nose and inhaling my scent. He let the air go with a big groan, expressing pleasure. I couldn't help but blush a little, knowing where this was going to go...
His hand started playing with the hem of my shirt, sliding up gently. I squirmed and screamed in protest. He held my nose, suffocating me with the tape over my mouth.
" Shut up. Do as I say, or I will hurt you. Got it?!" He let go of my nose after I shook my head rapidly. "Good." He said ripping the duct tape off my face and standing up. I leaned to the side gripping my burning lips and cheeks.
"Sit up!" He said and I sat up on the side of the bed, gripping my mouth, but allowing hime to unbutton my work vest, a soft blue button-up with the sleeves ripped off. He exposed my breasts, sliding his hand into my bra.
"How many times do I have to tell you to shut up?" He asked when I jumped and moaned in protest when his hand found my nipple. He squeezed my breast, "I want to see you. All of it. Take it off!" He flailed the gun around signaling to all of my clothes. He reached into his boot and pulled out a flask, stepping back and chugging. I hesitated, trying to figure out how to take my clothes off, bound, watching him down a couple ounces.
