It was late. Too late probably, and a little too much to drink as well. Charlotte stepped out of the bar and into the cold night, her heels tapping and clicking down the stairs to the street. She pulled out her phone to the usual 'get home safe' messages and rolled her eyes, firing back a cursory 'i will' as she walked slowly towards the station. She regretted leaving her jacket at work, her tight orange dress was great for attracting eyes but didn't exactly keep the cold out.
As she walked past the old school chapel she noticed a light, like a torch from a phone, piercing the darkness. She stopped, peering down the path. There were plenty of cars around, It was fine. Wasn't it?
Charlotte tip-toed a little closer. The light illuminated a shadow against the wall. She froze as the shadow moved. The light disappeared and all was dark. Charlotte turned back towards the noise of traffic, but there was something blocking her path. Someone. The figure moved slowly towards her. She turned to run, but he was on her in a split second. His hand clapped tight over her mouth, the other pressed a cold blade against her neck. 'sshhh' he whispered. 'this is a church'.
He nudged her forward with his knee. Charlotte's heels tapped out a slow march on the slate floor as she was guided towards the door of the church. He breathed in her sweet scent approvingly, eager to take a closer look at his prize. As they reached the heavy door, he gave it a kick and the door creaked open.
The stranger turned to Charlotte and in one rapid movement he swept her up into his arms and carried her over the threshold into the candle lit chapel kicking it closed behind them. The lock clicked, sealing Charlotte inside with this man.
Amid her sense of panic and fear, she got her first look at her abductor. He was young, barely 20 from her rushed assessment. He was very tall and lean, and despite the cold he wore no shirt. Just some tattered pants and scruffy boots. Despite his appearance, he smelled strangely good.
He carefully placed Charlotte onto her feet and stepped back to take in the sight. Her tight dress clung to her hips, heaving chest drawing his eyes to what looked to be a magnificent pair of breasts. He circled her slowly, staring hungrily at her ass, the lines of her thong visible through the thin fabric. The room was silent other than Charlotte's sharp panicked breaths.
'We are going to play a little game' he whispered in a strange accent she couldn't place. He produced a deck of cards and held them in front of her. 'red, you take something off'. Her eyes widened in fear. 'black, i take something off. Take a card'. She stared at him nervously, hands frozen by her side. He lifted the long knife slowly and looked at the blade, then up at her. The intent was clear. 'Take a card' he said firmly.