The plan was surprisingly simple. That night, I would take Sophie out to a bar near her
place and buy her a drink. Mitch had given me a pill…a small, pink thing that would
dissolve in her drink. Nothing dangerous, he told me, just a veterinary tranquilizer. He
had taken them himself, on occasion, when he wanted to sleep. It wouldn`t knock her out
straight away…the dose was far too small. What it would do was make her dozy and careless
and tired. Docile enough to handle. Once she had taken her spiked drink and was fairly out
of it I would suggest we head home.
After that I would walk her back to her flat. Mitch, meanwhile, would have let himself in
using one of the copied keys. He would watch for us. When I arrived he would buzz us into
the building. Sophie would be too out of it to notice anything amiss. I would lie her down
on her bed and let the tranquilizer and the alcohol and her tiredness take full effect,
putting her to sleep. When she was completely asleep Mitch would carry her out to his van.
Then we would drive to my place and move her from the van into the house.
"Once we`re inside you can gag and tie her," Mitch told me. "I`ve got some
restraints you can use. You`ll have to keep her tied, and blindfolded. And, if you have
got to speak to her at all, be sure to change your voice. You don`t want her knowing that
it`s you. Afterwards you`ll make up some story, say she got really drunk and went off with
some weirdo woman. She won`t remember enough to argue."
"Right."
"The pill will keep her under for a few hours. Once she wakes up you can play with
her. You`ll have the whole of Saturday. I`ll come and collect her and you around three in
the morning on Sunday. We`ll take her back and drop her off."
"What if she …you know . . . talks?"
Mitch shook his head.
"She won`t, trust me. I`ll have a quick word with her before we let her go. And
anyway, as long as everything goes to plan there`s a good chance she won’t suspect it was
you."
I ran the whole scheme over in my head. It seemed as though it would work. As long as
nothing went wrong, then in a few hours Sophie would be bound and gagged on my bed. God.
It made me wet, just thinking of the things I could do to her. A new animal lust rose
inside me, a desire to penetrate and fuck and control. She would be mine. I`d make her
mine. That night I`d take her for myself.