She wandered out of the parking lot of Platinum Playmates with her copper hair windswept all around her. It was two in the morning and she had just finished cleaning up after everyone else left the club. She may not have been one of the dancers, but considering her waitress uniform was basically a sleeveless white translucent dress shirt and red hot pants, she knew she got almost as much attention as they did.
Unfortunately, it was only 30 degrees and she forgot her coat, so she was shuffling back to her car with her arms crossed and goose bumps clearly showing on her bare arms and legs. Just a few more feet to the car, she thought to herself.
She didn't notice that there was something rustling underneath a dark blanket in the backseat of the car, but with the black leather seats, how could she? She did, however, think it was peculiar that the doors had somehow been unlocked.
"Thought I locked the car..."
Once she entered, she was in for another shock. It looked like someone had tried hot-wiring the car, but stopped after ripping off the covering behind the steering wheel.
"What the f---"
She didn't even have time to finish when suddenly she felt someone's cold hand grab her chin and yank her head back. She started to scream, but then a cloth was placed to her mouth to muffle her sounds of protest. It smelled horrible, vaguely reminiscent of gasoline. She panicked and thrashed about in the driver's seat, wishing someone else had stayed behind at the club...wishing that the police were patrolling the old K-Mart plaza a block away from the club...wishing her husband was there...wishing...
Then it all went black.
***
She woke up to the feel of a boot nudging her. She could barely make out the sound of a harsh male voice saying something, but she was far too groggy to understand what he was saying. There was also the sound of a television making white noise somewhere far off. She groaned and tried to get up.
But she couldn't get up. Something was holding her by the neck. Was it a hand? She reached up and suddenly the boot she felt nudging her a second ago struck her firmly in the stomach. A groan of pain escaped her lips as the fuzziness slowly started to wear off.
"Don't you touch that chain, bitch!"
She heard that loud and clear. It was almost as forceful as the kick she just felt as she slowly and agonizingly rolled over onto her side. She could barely see anything, but she looked down and was shocked. She had been stripped naked. Her breasts swayed to the side along with her, and her pierced nipples were hard as rocks from the cold air, which made them sore. Not only was she totally nude, but a metal collar had been put around her neck and she was chained to the wooden floor!
Whimpers started escaping her lips as she frantically started moving to cover herself, but then she screamed out as an electric shock ran through her. She crumpled back to the ground, sobbing from the sudden jolt.
"You ain't going to touch yourself neither." The man said. She tried looking up, but all she could see was a strobe light shining in her eyes. It was far too dark to make out anything else.
"I-I d-d-don't...I don't have a-any money...but I-I could..." she struggled to find the words, not even knowing what to say.
"You damn right you ain't got no money! I checked your purse and all I found was ten bucks and some change!" The voice was harsh and accusing as he interrupted her. "That's all right though. 'Cause we're gettin' ready to get to know each other real good."
"But—" she started to protest again, but her words were cut short by another electric jolt which felt like it went on for an eternity.
"But what? " the voice came through clearly over her excruciating screams. "You think you're getting out of this? Nuh-uh! You're MY little bitch now!"
She gasped for breath as the electric shock dissipated. She couldn't believe what she was hearing! Where was the police? Where was her husband?! She wanted to scream, but all that came out was a tiny, pitiful cry.
But suddenly that cold hand came out from behind the strobe shining in her face and began caressing her cheek. She cringed at the touch, both because it was almost freezing and because it was completely foreign. What was even more unsettling was the man's tone completely changed to an almost soothing manner.
"Shh...don't you worry, Becky. I'm gonna take good care of you."
How did he know her name? Who was he? She whimpered again, and then the foul smelling cloth was placed against her face again. She tried struggling, but her body was far too tired at this point. A few seconds later, everything went black.
***
She mumbled to herself sleepily and looked over at the one window in the room. It was daylight.
She didn't know how much time had passed, but a Dixie cup filled with water and a bologna sandwich were waiting for her a few feet away when she woke up. She gingerly began to crawl toward the food, only to find that the chain cut her off right before the meal was in her reach. She whimpered and struggled, using her right foot to try and drag the food forward.
Suddenly, that strobe light went right into her eyes again, almost blinding her. And the cloth came up to her face again...
***
It was night again. How long was she out? She didn't know. But she couldn't move her legs or arms. She looked down and realized that her legs were tied in the bent position, with her thighs tied to her ankles, and her wrists were tied to those bindings. She couldn't move very much. It hurt to move, anyway. She was starting to get afraid of moving.
Whimpers escaped again as she looked over to the Dixie cup and the sandwich on the floor barely visible in the dark. She was starving and it was still out of her reach. She contemplated scooting over as close as she could to the food, but she knew that was futile.
She thought she would die from lack of nutrition and/or water pretty soon.
"Hello...? Is there anyone there?"
Nobody answered. She wasn't sure if that was good or bad, since she was deathly afraid of that man with the strobe light. But it did mean she was free to try scooting forward. She did so, but it turned out to be even tougher than she thought. It took her an eternity to move a couple of inches closer to the food.
Then she saw the strobe light in her peripheral vision. How long had he been there?
"Goin' somewhere, Becky?"
She felt how dry her throat was as she tried speaking. Her voice came out a bit croaky. "I'm hungry." Her tone was flat and defeated; as if she knew it was totally up to him as to whether or not she would get to eat.
He chuckled. "Oh yeah, forgot that was there. My bad." The strobe light got closer and she could hear his boots sounding against the wooden floor. "You just got to ask real nicely first."
She glanced over at the strobe light, flabbergasted at what he told her to do. He kidnapped her, shocked her, kicked her, kept putting that smelly cloth to her mouth, and NOW he wanted her to ask nicely for food?! "Fuck you..." she hissed. "When I get free..."
Suddenly she felt another electric shock, sudden and quick. "When you get free?" the voice laughed, "You ain't gettin' free until I say so! Now you'll ask nice if you know what's good for you." The final sentence was tinged with a more threatening tone, and she thought she heard the sound of a gun cocking.
Her heart nearly stopped as she looked at him pleadingly. She didn't want to die. "Please...don't kill me...I-I just want the food...please..."
"You just want the food, Becky?" the voice sounded almost sympathetic. "That why you're getting all uppity?" She could hear the man approaching her and then felt the disturbingly gentle touch of a cold revolver muzzle brushing her cheek.
