She scanned the ceiling as she yelled, “It’s a sheet, not
a blanket and I’m not taking it off. Where are my clothes, you bastards? I
demand that you let me go. You can’t keep me prisoner here.”
The voice didn’t respond to her demands. “Remove the
blanket. If you do not comply, we’ll remove it for you.”
She stopped pacing and sat on the edge of the bed pulling
the sheet tighter around her body then tying the ends into a knot. Crossing her
arms over her chest defiantly, she raised her chin and shouted, “Just try it!”
The intercom shut off with a mechanical click.
While the overwhelming emotion was anger, little bubbles
of fear tried to rise to the surface. Maybe she shouldn’t fight them until she
found out what was going on and who was behind this. She squashed that little
timid voice and waited for the threat to be carried out.
The sliding of the key in the lock told her that someone
was coming. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have known. Nothing could be heard beyond
the solid door. She had a moment to think she should have been over near the
door for a surprise attack before the man walked into her room.
He sneered as he stalked towards her wearing a plain
black suit with white shirt and dark blue tie. The suit of a business man
heading into the office on the train. Not what she expected of the kidnapper.
She wasn't sure what she'd expected, though.
The delight in his eye was her first clue that he’d come
in here for more than the sheet. He didn’t seem overly muscled, but he easily
tore her arms away from her chest and tugged at the sheet’s knot. His strength
surprised her.
In silence, she swung at him a few times. She
concentrated all her energy on fighting, but when he batted her hands away as
if they were the annoying fluttering of a bug, she started to scream and yell
at him. That became her weapon.
“Don’t touch me. You let me go right now." She
continued to flail her arms at him. "You’re going to jail for this! My
father is a cop, and he’ll be searching for me. When he finds you, he’ll kill
you.”
“You don’t have family. We checked you out. You live on
the streets. Nobody will miss a little whore like you.” He smirked as he pulled
on the sheet so it spun her around.
She continued spinning until he was left holding an empty
sheet and ran for the door.
He laughed with malicious humor as he grabbed her by the
hair. With his fingers tangled painfully in her hair, he rotated his wrist and
tilted her head back.
“Aren’t you feisty?”
He pulled her head back further which caused her back to
arch. With her generous breasts thrust forward, he dug his fingers into her
skin. The flesh curved around his fingers as he massaged her tit flesh. His
breathing was fast, ragged, and his cock pressed against her backside. He
squeezed her breast harder and pulled until he got to the nipple where he
pinched hard and tight until she let out a sharp, reluctant cry.
His face closed in on hers so his breath hit her skin.
“No sense fighting. There’s nobody to save you. You’re at our mercy. Don’t you
get that yet? No? I’ll have to show you.”