This is a work of fiction. I do not condone any violence or rape in real life.
That being said, I hope you enjoy! This is my first story so any constructive feedback is welcomed. Thanks for reading!
WhisperingLilac
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The first semi-coherent thought to drift into Violet's head as she began to wake up was that she was swaying; there was a rocking motion affecting her body, as if she was on a boat. The unusualness of this movement caused her to suddenly become fully alert. As she flicked her eyes open and tried to shift her limbs, two things became obvious to Violet; she was bound and she was in the boot of a car. It wasn't until she started trying to scream that the girl noticed the duct tape sealed over her lips. Blind terror caused Violet to thrash around, banging herself around the boot of the moving vehicle and wildly trying to yell through the gag. When the car gradually came to a stop, she wasn't sure whether to be relieved or alarmed.
The boot opened agonisingly slowly, eventually allowing predator and prey to meet eyes.
The captor gazed in fascination at his prize: her limbs were beautifully bound by layers of duct tape around the elbows, wrists, thighs, knees and ankles; her chestnut hair was a wild mane around her shoulders; her blue skater dress had become visibly wet with sweat and her chest heaved with - what? Panic, at her helpless situation? Exhaustion, at her frightened flailing? The man assessing her supposed both. The sight he found most enthralling, however, was the pure terror in her emerald eyes as tears rolled onto her cheeks. Oh yes, he was very much excited for what the future held.
Violet was absolutely frozen in fear as she locked eyes with the man who had stolen her, eyes so dark she could not discern where the pupils ended and irises began. She could not stop staring at them, even as they perused her body, for within them she could not detect a single ounce of compassion, sorrow or anything other than animalistic desire and arrogance. As she allowed herself to appraise the figure before her, as he did to her, Violet was in no doubt that his stocky body could overpower her with ease. The added authority of his seemingly late-thirties age compared to her innocent twenty caused Violet to feel more weak and dominated than she ever had before.
The kidnapper withdrew a bottle of water from the back pocket of his jeans and held it in front of Violet, as if offering it. Suddenly realising how parched she was, and trying to remain calm, she nodded vigorously. As the man's hand came towards her face Violet flinched, but his fingers settled on the edge of the duct tape covering her mouth.
"We're completely secluded. There is nothing around her for many miles so no-one will hear you scream. All yelling will do is make me angry, and I don't think you want that to happen, do you Baby Girl?" Realising he was waiting for a response, Violet shook her head.
"You'll be a good girl?" She nodded as more tears leaked from her eyes. The man cautiously peeled back the tape and the temptation for Violet to call for help was great, but the fear of her captor was greater. As he brought the bottle to her lips she drank gratefully, enjoying the sensation of the cool liquid soothing her throat. As the man took the empty bottle away, Violet took a few greedy gasps of air through her mouth. Aware that now was not the time to fight back, Violet laid still as duct tape was firmly reapplied over her lips.
"Good girl." With that, the kidnapper closed the boot and after a moment Violet felt the rumble of the engine coming back to life. It wasn't until she felt her eyelids getting heavy again that she realised that the water could have been drugged.
Violet felt a sense of deja vu as she came to from a drug-induced fog a second time. A faint clicking sound filtered into her consciousness as she attempted to work out what the hell was going on; she could remember her time in the car boot, but before that was too fuzzy. Violet seemed to remember getting ready to go out for the evening but even that was a vague, distant memory that she couldn't quite bring into focus. Trying to prevent herself from panicking again, the girl kept her eyes closed as she tested her arms and legs; it didn't seem as if she was bound this time. Violet surmised that she was on a bed of some kind, on top of the covers, and was still fully clothed. Feeling a bit better about her situation, and taking a deep breath, she opened her eyes.
The kidnapper lounged in a chair a couple of feet from the end of the bed clicking a pen, one leg crossed over the other and a self-satisfied smile on his face as he watched his captive wake up and face him. His casualness frightened Violet more than anything else up to this point. What kind of man could abduct someone, tie them up and drug them, yet seem completed chilled and relaxed, as if this was another normal day? Violet sat up, scooted herself backwards until she hit the headboard of the bed and wrapped her arms around herself. Her heart raced and eyes widened as he gazed at her coolly and set his pen down on the end table next to his chair.
"Hey sleepy head," the man murmured, his ever-prescent smug smile widening. "Sleep well?" A shiver ran down Violet's spine as she remained silent. Her captor rose suddenly. His tall, stocky form was immensely intimidating as he stood at the end of the bed.
"I asked you a question!"
"P-please! Please don't hurt me," Violet trembled, tears filling her eyes.
"Violet, you have three seconds to answer my question before I get angry. Did you sleep well?"
"Y-yes," the girl replied, nodding as the tears began to roll down her cheeks.
"Good girl." The man sat back down in his chair, satisfied with this response.