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Blackness is what greeted the petite Asian girl as she opened her eyes.  She was groggy at
first but as the last moments she could recall rushed back to her the grogginess was
replaced by dread.  The last events played through her mind.  She was getting in her car
in the parking garage.  She remembered being nervous as it was late but she didn’t hear
anyone else around so she thought it was safe.  Then, suddenly, a car door opened as she
walked by and the next thing she felt was an agonizing burning that raced through her
body.  Her legs and arm collapsed from under her and she could barely think.  Before she
had even started to recover someone was kneeling on her back and rag was pressed over her
mouth and nose.  The sweet smell of whatever was on the rag was the last thing she
remembered.

Her initial thought was that she was blind.  Her eyes were open but she saw nothing.  She
blinked a couple times hoping to get her eyes working again and realized that it was not
that she was blind, rather there was something covering her eyes – she had been
blindfolded.  This realization was bad enough but she also came to understand that she was
bound.  Move her arms and legs she found that she could barely move them.  Cuffs of some
sort were wrapped around her wrists and ankles and she could not tell that she was bound
in a spread-eagle position.  Underneath her she felt a cement floor, now warmed by her own
body heat.  The only calming thought she had was the fact that she was still dressed. 
Maybe that meant this was a simple kidnapping.  Somewhere in the back of her mind,
however, she believed she was in much more trouble than that.

The next thing that came to her was the realization that she could not hear anything. 
Actually, that was not completely correct.  She did hear something, a hiss almost like
static.  Now that she was thinking about it she could definitely hear it.  The sound was
like turning the radio to a channel that had no one transmitting on it. White noise she
seemed to recall hearing it termed.  Whatever it was, the petite girl understood that it
was keeping her from hearing anything that may be going on around her.  She was blind and
deaf for all intents and purposes and this thought increased her fear of the situation she
found herself in all the more.
Finally she could tell that her mouth was taped shut and some sort of spongy material
occupied her mouth.  She let out a couple experimental screams but found the gag kept her
relatively quiet.  The gag made her mute as well.  Thoughts of Helen Keller race through
her mind – inappropriate the more logical part of her brain scolded her.

Curt had seen that his most recent acquisition had finally awakened on the video monitor.
 He could see her struggling, trying to move her arms and legs.  Her head kept twisting
around as though she were trying to shake off her blindfold or the headphones that were
piping a steady static hiss into her ears.  However, the blindfold took the form of two
black leather patches that he had glued - one over each eye.  He could remove them when
the time came; he had the dissolving solution for the glue that kept the patches in place.
 The headphones were taped in place so there was no way for her to shake them off.
Sako was the young woman’s name.  Curt had gone through her purse to get a better
understanding of the girl.  She was a tiny thing.  According to her license she was only 5
foot 3 inches tall.  She had a nice firm ass and a pair of small but pert breasts.  At the
moment she wore a button down white blouse and a short grey business skirt.  He had
already removed her shoes and the little bit of jewelry she had worn.  Curt also knew that
beneath the conservative skirt she had a tiny thong on.  Very much a contrast to what she
wore on the outside.  Curt had also learned that Sako was a lawyer with some big fancy law
firm out of Chicago.  She must have been here in town on business.  He figured she was
probably pretty cocky but he would take care of that in the coming days.  Stripping his
clothes off Curt put on a robe and headed down to the basement.