My name is Sonya. My ancestry is Swedish and this is shown in my characteristics. I am tall, blonde (a true platinum blonde, at that), blue eyes, light creamy skin (which burns fast if I'm not careful), with blue eyes and a (in my opinion) sensational figure. Picture your typical cheerleader wet dream and I'm probably the girl who's in them.
I don't have a current boyfriend, but that is by choice. I like strong men, and I'm talking character as much as muscle. Muscle might give a man strength but intelligence will help build a strong character.
I have a full time job but I am also currently undergoing a post-graduate course at night school. One needs qualifications if you're going to get anywhere in the business world. I find my looks will get me interviews and the offer of a job, but when you take a job you're going to have to show that you can do it. In a cold business climate non-performance will have you out the door no matter how good you look.
I had left work one day and was strolling along the street, taking my time heading towards my school. I intended to get there early and grab a cheap meal at the school cafeteria before the lecture I wanted to attend started.
So there I was, walking along, minding my own business, and this young man accosted me. I don't mean that in a bad way, just that he stepped in front of, looking a little embarrassed, saying "excuse me?"
He looked harmless. Just your average young man, about my age, maybe a year or two older. We were in the middle of the street and it wasn't as though he was going to try to grab me and drag me into any nearby bushes (there weren't any), so I stopped with an enquiring look.
"Um, your hair," he said. "I think it's fabulous and I commented on it to my mate but he said it's probably dyed. I told him there was no way anyone could dye hair that well and we finished up making a bet on it. It's only a beer, but I would like to win it. Ah, could you confirm if the hair is your natural colour."
He didn't lay it out quite like that. He blushed and stuttered and was plainly embarrassed but determined, and I got the drift of what he meant. I had no doubt whatsoever that his mate was standing back watching him make a fool of himself and laughing.
"Perfectly natural," I assured him. "It's a heritage from my Swedish ancestry. I'm glad you like it. Enjoy your beer at your mate's expense. Tell him I think you have a fine discernment in assessing things."
The man grinned and waved to someone, giving the thumbs up sign. I continued on my way, him stepping to the side to let me pass. I didn't think anything of the incident. I'd had similar pickup lines in the past and this guy didn't look as though he was going to push it any further. Not that he would have got very far. Not my type.
I'd just barely passed the man when this van pulled up just in front of me. The driver hopped out and came around to the side and opened up the sliding door on the side of the van. I noticed him doing it but it didn't mean anything to me. Why should it? People carry things in vans and open the doors to take things out.
They also open the doors to put things in, I found. I was moving past the van when I was grabbed from behind and the young man with the question was pushing me into the van, scrambling in after me.
The driver slammed the door, rushed around to his side, scrambled in, and drove off. It was all very neatly done. Unless someone had actually been watching no-one would have noticed. Just like that I'd been abducted.
The back of the van was shut off from the driver's partition and it was empty, apart from a long bench-like seat along one side. I could see hinges at a couple of spots on the seat and guessed it was also a storage compartment. When the van took off I automatically sat down and the guy who'd pushed me in sat down as well, but further along the bench, not trying to get next to me.
"Listen," he said, before I could turn on him, attacking him well and truly up there on my to-do list. "We're not going to hurt you, I swear. Me and Bob are not going to lay a finger on you. I just need you to see a friend of ours. We owe him and we think you'll be able to solve a little problem for us. That's all. After you've seen him we'll take you back to where we picked you up."
"Forget it," I snapped. "I'm out of here. If I have to, I'll jump."
"Ah, you won't, actually. Bob will have locked the door. Neither of us can get out until he unlocks it."
He seemed completely unconcerned when I tried to slide open the door and I found he was right. It was locked. I was stuck.
I sat down again, breathing threats of what would happen to any finger that they tried to lay on me. He just shrugged, lifting his hands in a hands-off gesture, supposedly to assure me of my safety. Somehow I didn't feel really safe.
We'd been driving for about fifteen minutes before the van pulled up. The driver hopped out and I could hear him calling to someone named Gordon, saying he should check out the back of the van. I then heard someone unlocking the van and the door slid open. This man, I assume he was Gordon, was standing there, and he zeroed in on me instantly with a somewhat startled, "What the hell?"
Gordon, from what I could see, was the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome. He was over six foot tall, well built, very solid looking, but not fat. Dark hair, which was neatly cut, tanned, and dressed in what I would describe as smart casual. His features were regular and he was quite distinguished looking. He did not seem to be the sort of man who had friends that were a pair of kidnappers.
The guy in the van with me started talking.
"Happy birthday, Gordon. Bob and me had been wondering what we could get you for a present and then we saw this chick walking down the street. We knew you liked blondes so I asked her and she swears that she's a natural blonde, so we grabbed her for you to play with for a while. Um, we've only borrowed her, though, so we'll have to put her back where we got her."
How nice. They'd only borrowed me and would put me back afterwards, as though I was a book from the library.
I used my eyes to laser Gordon to death but it didn't work. Unphased, he hopped into the van, telling the guy already there to grab Bob and beat it. He'd talk to them later. Oh, yes, he also thanked them very nicely for his present, it being so unexpected and all, but it was just the sort of thing he liked.
The kidnapper, I still didn't know his name, hopped out of the van, slamming the door and leaving me alone with Gordon.
"Hi," he said. "My name's Gordon. Sorry about this but there's just so much training you can give an idiot and I guess they never got the message about grabbing girls off the street. You are?"
"Sonya. I'd appreciate it if you'd release me, immediately."
"Sonya. Nice name. You've got the figure to make a great Red Sonya but the wrong colour hair. Maybe we should set up White Sonya as a rival comic book."
I just looked at him, waiting to be released.
"Hum," he said. "No sense of humour. Probably dropped it when the boys grabbed you, which is understandable. Don't worry about being released. I'll ensure that you're dropped off exactly where they picked you up."
He looked me over carefully before continuing.
