"Look at her, isn't she the most beautiful thing you've ever seen?" a deep voiced asked.
"She'll do nicely, indeed. A great choice on your behalf," another replied.
A pang of discomfort shook my being. Who was that? Relax, I assured myself, this is but a dream. For what else could it be? Countless alarm systems would be wailing had an intruder entered my home. Of course it's a dream. The strange voices could easily be explained. Perhaps I simply left the television on... I have been known to do that.
Though I wanted to believe that it was, indeed, a weird dream, my instincts told me not to awake from it just yet... or not to appear awake for the chance of my captors taking notice. Even in my semi conscious state my body knew that there was an imminent danger.
"Beautiful blonde curls, long legs and ample breasts. Slim and feminine. You certainly could have taken someone much less 'gifted,' as your wife. You were very fortunate to have found her."
My eyes shot open in an instant. I was immediately blinded from the sun beaming through the window left of where I lay. Squinting profusely, I could see the outline of two men standing over me.
"What in the fuck do you mean, your wife?" I snarled to the man closest to myself.
With a chuckle, the older of the two spoke, "A beautiful girl, with a wild temper. I suppose I can hardly blame you for your interest in her. Beauty fades... but that kind of fire will keep your life interesting for years to come. I will let you tend to your wife. Perhaps you should advise her of the dangers of having such a tongue." With that, he moved out of view. His footsteps grew fainter and fainter, until finally the door clanged shut, indicating his departure. The room was silent, except for the relentless hammering in my chest. Surely, he could hear it too.
Immediately, I tried to sit upright, only to realize that both of my wrists were tied tightly to the headboard of the bed. As the direness of my situation began to set in, I began screaming in earnest, praying that nearby neighbours or passerbys would hear my distress and contact the police. My hopes were soon quashed when a pillow was brought down hard against my face.
"Now you'd do well to listen to me, Miss. Screaming is most certainly not going to fly here." the man chided as I struggled to free myself from my bonds. "Now, now. If you keep that up you will injure yourself. That is most certainly enough. I'm going to remove this pillow now, and in turn, you are going to shut your mouth and listen to me."
Listen to him? Is he serious? The bastard has kidnapped me, referred to me his wife, and he thinks that I'm going to remain calm and 'listen to him'? This freak must be delusional! I continued struggling with all of my might. If I'm going to be murdered by this creep, then I should at least have something to show for it, even if only bruised wrists. What is it to him if I injure myself? What does he care?
Quickly he removed the pillow and struck me with an open palm. A sharp sting danced across my cheek and tickled my temple.
"I told you to stop with your nonsense," he said flatly. "Did you hear me that time?"
"Fuck you!" I yelled and began twisting violently back and forth in an yet another attempt to loosen the ropes around my wrists.
"You'll come to regret saying that. But for now, you're to be silent and listen. This truly is your last warning."
Last warning? What in the hell is that supposed to mean? Surely he doesn't plan to kill me already. That would make taking me here and tying me up rather pointless, in my opinion. Then again, what do I know? I don't kidnap people and hold them against their will.
"Or what?" I spat, "You'll kill me?"
