I awoke to find myself chained to the floor on my hands and knees, the room was dark, and smelled musty, like sweat and mildew, the air was damp and cold, the floor hard concrete. I had been previously stripped of my clothes, I tried to force my eyes to adjust to the lack of light, and my mind to remember how I could have gotten to where I was presently at. My mind raced, I was at work, I closed up shop, I walked to my car, I drove home... But no, I didn't. I didn't even make it to my car, I was stopped. Who stopped me? A guy. Why did he stop me? Car trouble, no directions, he was lost. What did he look like? Short hair, long hair? What color was his hair? Fuck! I couldn't remember... But by now my eyes were adjusted well enough, I was alone in the room, there was a door to the left, with a short stair case before it, no windows, walls looked like concrete as well, must be a basement somewhere. But where? Was there a chance if I screamed out, that anyone would hear me? I couldn't hear any sounds coming in from without, so I doubted anyone would be able to hear me, even if we were in the middle of grand central station. There was one light bulb suspended from the ceiling directly above me. I looked around for anything else, there was nothing.
I had often watched shows about real crime, how to avoid it, how to live through it. I had even played out scenarios in my head as to what I would do if caught in x-situation. I had played back and forth on if I was ever kidnapped to go along with the kidnapper/s, or to try to run every chance I got, to pretend that there was nothing they could do to me that I wouldn't enjoy. But now my brain would not function like it would when safely day-dreaming about all of this. Obviously I was naked for a purpose, either they were intending my lack of clothing to prevent me from attempting to run, or they were planning on raping me. Instantly I remembered what rape is all about, it's not about the sex, or the getting off, it's about power. The rapper needs to feel that level of power in order to get off, or feel better about themselves. So, if it's rape, do I take away that power? Do I moan, and cum, and beg them to fuck me, so that they don't get that rush? In theory I could do it, and I made up my mind then and there to do just that. Should it turn into rape, I would do my best to enjoy it, to picture it was just something kinky that my boyfriend and I were trying. What I failed to remember at that time was a little saying about the plans of men...
...
I had been watching her for weeks, wanting her. I didn't even know her name, but that had never mattered in the past. The urge was returning, now it was just a matter of the right opportunity. I followed her for weeks, making her routine mine. Then one night after she closed up I approached her in the parking lot, pretending I was lost, I stopped her and asked for directions, and as she peered down on my map, I firmly held the rag soaked in chloroform over her mouth and nose until she went limp in my arms. I bound her tightly and placed her gently in the trunk of my car. I drove to the warehouse, and unloaded my precious cargo. I undressed her, admiring her body, touching every inch of it gently before binding her to the floor like so many others. And then I turned off the lights, and went upstairs. It was only a matter of time now.
I let a few hours pass, long enough for her to wake up, I changed into all black to better blend in, and grabbed the food I had brought with me, and a flash light and headed back down stairs to her.
...
It wasn't long before the door opened, and a bright light was shown in my face, I assumed to keep the identity of the person behind it from me. I decided now would be the time to act, and against my better judgment I pleaded through tears;
"Please, let me go. I won't tell anyone, just please let me go!"
I got no response from my captor, just a plate of food placed below my head. This threw me for a loop, rapists and kidnapers are not supposed to buy you dinner! And besides, food was the last thing on my mind.
"Please, I'm not hungry, just please let me go..."
