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“It’s alright Destiny, I won’t hurt you,” the man said.
“W-w-who are you?” Destiny asked shakily. Backing away from him heading towards the back door. Seeing her movement, he ran across the room and grabbed her across the waist as she spun around to grab the back door handle.
“Where do you think your going beautiful?” he asked “And dressed like that in such freezing cold” “Tsk tsk.” He said.
Destiny immediately began to struggle against this man. She scratched at his arms and began to scream on the top of her lungs. Bending close to her ear he said, “No one can hear you.”
Realizing that he was right she stopped screaming and asked “What do you want asshole?” She began to kick and scratch and pinch at his arm to so that he would release her.
“Ah a feisty one we have here huh?” he asked to no one, laughing at her struggles.
Her mind whirling, she stomped on his feet and brought her head back fast to hit him in the face with it like she had done to the other man that tried to grab her.
“Oh no darling that won’t work again” he whispered in her ear.
Going suddenly still, Destiny realized this man was the same person that tried to grab her before. “Who are you and what do you want?” she asked her voice trembling
“All in good time my dear, all in good time,” he told her.
Bringing her leg all the way forward, she forced it back with all her might and swung her foot into his upper thigh, almost reaching his crotch where she wanted to aim.
Grunting he released her long enough for her to take off briskly for the back door once more. She felt triumph as she reached it and threw the door open wide, and ran to her car. Thanking the God’s that she left her night bag in the car with her spare set of car keys in it, she rummaged through the purse and withdrawing her keys, and started the engine.
Nothing. With sweat pouring down her back and face, Destiny tried to think of something she could do to get away. Looking around frantically she got out of the car and closing the door softly, looked around to see if the man was following her. Not seeing him she took off into the woods as fast as her legs could take her.
Destiny’s slippers quickly became wet and cold from the snow covered ground. Running as fast as she could, she headed what she thought would be the direction of the main road she knew was somewhere nearby. It was getting dark , and she thought she heard someone else’s footsteps crunching in the snow somewhere behind her. Taking off again at a run, she hoped she was headed in the right direction. Stopping after what felt like a mile of running and Destiny’s lungs burning as if on fire from the bitter cold air, she stopped to rest.
Trying to quite her breathing as much as she could, she stopped to listen if there were any sounds of pursuit. All she heard was the pounding of her heart banging in her head. Feeling her feet turn to ice, she knew she needed to keep going just to keep warm. As she turned to start running again, she ran right smack into the man who she thought she left far behind.
“Going somewhere my love?” he said sarcastically. It was still somewhat light enough to see his face clearly. He was taller than her by at least a foot, with dark brown eyes that seemed to bore right through her, he had slightly long jet black hair cropped neatly at his neck and ears, he had no visible facial hair that she could see.
Breaking into a wide smile into her wide frightened eyes, picking her up effortlessly, and throwing her over his wide shoulder, he began walking briskly back to the cabin. Destiny started to scream as loud as she could while kicking her feet and pounding his back in earnest. His hand came up and swatted at her butt in effort to stop her screaming and squirming. Momentarily stunned by the sharp blow she did stop. Looking around her to see if there was anything that she could grab onto to stop him that she noticed she wasn’t far from the cabin at all. This making her all the more angrier and desperate to get away from this boorish man; began to kick again and scream.
The man reached her back door that was left wide open, he kicked it closed with his foot and strode across the living room and deposited her onto the couch. Destiny jumped up immediately, and backing away from him until she tripped over the end table and fell to the floor.
“My love, would you stop putting yourself in danger and stop trying to run from me?” he replied. “You can’t get away from me.”
“Oh you sorry excuse for a man! You don’t think I won’t, but I will, and can!” Destiny screamed at him as she got to her feet.
“Alright darling, considering your making this much, much more difficult, I’m afraid of you causing some real damage, I will simply have to do this the hard way,” he said as he began walking to her in wide strides.
Destiny scrambling to get away from him yet again ran for the front door. This time throwing things into his path to delay his pursuit. It didn’t work. He reached her before she could reach the door, covering her mouth with a small rag as she tried to scream again. Smelling a foul smell, her scalp began to tingle and her body began to relax as she fell into the dark. The man picked the limp body of the women, cradled her into his arms and carried her into the opposite bedroom that she chose for herself. Laying her carefully down onto the bed that he had made earlier that day. He took off her sodden cold slippers and threw then into the corner of the room.
He undid the belt of her bathroom and moving her around a bit got it out from under her and pulled her arms free. Gazing down at her limp form he studied her perfection. The color high in her cheeks from the affects of running and from the drugs he used to put her asleep with. The nightgown she wore clung to her body like a glove, it being wrapped around her legs and the top being soaked in sweat. Slowly running his eyes down from her slender neck to her rising and falling chest, to her pert breasts, down to her flat stomach, to her round hips to her long shapely legs. Sighing to himself, he lifted her still form into the middle of the mattress.
Grabbing one of her hands he brought it to the headboard where he had fastened the silky rope to the headboard making sure that it was out of eyesight should she have walked into the room. He secured her right wrist to the headboard and spacing them apart he tied her left in the same fashion. Making sure it was tight enough to hold her there but not so tight that it would cut off her circulation, he pulled the blankets over her, and tucked them around her body. He fluffed the pillow under her head, trying to make her as comfortable as possible.