Tanya moved on the seat again. This time she tried to get up. She did manage to get to a standing position but then she flopped down again. Landing plumb on her ass back on the seat. She shrieked a little. Oh yes she shrieked alright. Her voice seemed smoky, husky.

"UHHHHGGGGGGGGGGG F-FUCKKKKK!"

The exclamation due to her inability to stand as much as the fall back down to the chair. Then there was a movement slightly in front and to the side of her. Her head turned in time to see the woman come out of the shadow. A stunningly beautiful woman. Arabic in appearance. As was the case with olive skinned Arabic ladies, age was quite difficult to tell. From the mature, elegant way she carried herself, she was probably in her middle to late thirties. Even a remote possibility that she was in her early forties. Her skin was flawless, and a shimmering olive in colour. Her eyes huge, huge almond like shapes that were caught by the shards of light that were increasing in intensity as the day broke outside.

"Don't try to get up. Just stay sitting on the chair. I don't want you to hurt yourself."

The woman's voice was very softly spoken. Typically middle eastern. The accent thickly Arabic. Even though she spoke perfect English. Each and every word she spoke was dripping with that Arabic accent. It was quite bizarre really. That voice, just those few words spoken making Tanya listen. At least putting her at ease for the first time since she had started to regain full consciousness. Tanya just watched the woman almost 'glide' out of the shadows towards her. A distinct clip-clop of high heels. Then she recognised her. Yes, the woman at the club. She had been talking to her at the bar. Then in the private booths they had talked and shared a bottle of wine. She remembered thinking how this woman was so beautiful and striking when dressed as she was in western style clothes. Statuesque was a word that had formed in Tanya's mind, in that club, about this woman. Yes 'statuesque'. Stunning was another word that applied equally. It was all coming back to her. She hadn't been able to take her eyes off the woman. And when their eyes had finally met it had been the Arab who had spoken first. Smiled a wide, infectious, all-encompassing smile and from that point on Tanya had been captivated, totally. And engrossed in this woman. The first time any other woman, actually or any other human being had ever captivated her in any way. Usually it had been the other way around. Usually it had been her who had called all of the shots.

"W-where am I? W-what happened?"

Tanya tried to smile as she asked the woman the questions. Even before those questions had dripped over her lips, there were other ones forming in her head. But her dry mouth would not keep up. The smile didn't come. Instead, it felt like she had a nervous twitch. Her lips twitched where normally there would have been that smile. And then there was this slither of something like fear that rose up through the core of her spine and stayed, just there, hovering. She didn't like the feeling she was experiencing. It was like one of pure, undiluted dread and anxiety. She had a deep, irrational feeling that she was in deep trouble. Deep shit. And that as every second passed she was sinking further and further into that shit. But at this point she knew nothing and that made that underlying fear doubly irrational.

"You are at an international airport. A private section of the airport. And I drugged your drinks last night which is why you will be feeling a little groggy."

The woman was close to Tanya now. Her voice very matter-of-fact and still in that low, very softly spoken tone. She was being chillingly honest. Disturbingly dry-toned. The Arab had changed out of her evening finery and yet remained western with the wearing of a perfect fit, business type suit. Fitted jacket. Pants that were also fitted. Tight to the hips and ass and yet long, flowing and loose, covering the height of her own heels that clicked the concrete floor as she approached closer.

"B-but why? W-what the fuck is going on?"

There was a hint of growing incredulity in Tanya's voice. But not only that. Also that slither of fear that had been resting somewhere in her spine was on the move. It travelled up and down the spine, resonating and then came to rest again at the very base, just above her tail bone. The Arabic woman simply smiled. Her full lips, smooth and powder coated in deep red lipstick.

"Why? Because you Ms James, are a "cunt". And, what the fuck is going on, is that, some men will come soon and they are going to rape you. They are going to rape every orifice you have. They are going to rape you repeatedly. And they are going to hurt you. Hurt you very badly. Then once they have finished with you, you are going to be packaged and shipped to a different country where a very different life awaits you, from the one you have experienced up until now."

She spoke with just the hint of a smile. The kind of smile that she would use if she were being introduced to someone for the first time. The kind of smile that she may adopt if she were sealing a business deal. It was just a hint of a smile and in a cool, calm manner. There was no raising of her voice. What she said was spoken clearly, precisely. It was the beauty of her face and the way she spoke that rendered Tanya speechless. The smile accompanied by huge, sparkling, sincere eyes. Deep, dark eyes that all but looked into the soul. And the words she spoke. The word "cunt" just dripped out of her mouth and over her delicious lips. The word spoken clearly, acutely and yet softly. That amplified feeling again of Tanya feeling like she was in trouble here having more meaning now, more explanation. This wasn't a simple misunderstanding. Wasn't a mistake. Or a case of mistaken identity. The few words that she had spoken, told Tanya that the Arabic woman knew everything about her. At least everything she needed to know. Tanya lifted one hand to her forehead like she was trying to make sense of what she was hearing. Of those chilling words.

"B-but what do you mean? P-please don't call me that... You c-can't do these things to me. I'm an American citizen... You just cannot speak to me like this. Or do these things you are threatening to do."

Tanya spoke, but there was no conviction in her voice. It was like she didn't believe her own words. It was as though, that slither of fear in her, that amplified feeling of anxiety, together with the woman softly spoken, yet severe words, had defeated her already. The woman, moved around in front of the seated Tanya and stood, looking down at her briefly before leaning forward and down so that their eyes met.