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The music reverberated
throughout the club, bouncing off the walls in a primal beat.
Dancers swayed and rocked to the loud music, rubbing against one
another in an almost sexual mColletter. I barely noticed most of the
throng in the club, or the throbbing of a Cowboy Mouth song as it
echoed through the room; instead my eyes were locked onto a
beautiful dark-haired woman sitting at the bar. Her face was shining
with an underlying intelligence and wit. She was taking in the
scenery of the club, scanning the swaying masses on the dance floor.
I smiled at her when our eyes
first met. I kept my eyes locked onto her face, staring at her
across the room. She returned the smile.
I walked across the short
expanse to stand in front of her. Her eyes were green and large,
beautiful and deep. I leaned forward to speak to her, wanting to
insure that my voice was heard over the din of the room. "Hello…." I
began.
She reached up and pressed her
hands to my mouth. She shook her head slightly, to tell me without
words not to say anything, at least for now. She took my hand and
led me to the dance floor. We rocked to the music, dancing to the
primal beat. She pressed her soft body into mine. She reached up and
pressed her spread fingers into the hair at the base of my spine.
She gripped the hair and pulled firmly down, forcing my head upward
to stare into the flashing lights on the ceiling.
She kept a firm grip locked in
my hair, keeping my throat bared to her gaze. She pressed her tongue
against my throat, forcefully licking a path from my chest to the
base of my ear. "I want you," she hissed.
I chuckled, surprised, teasing
her with my answer. "I do not know you," I replied, surprised by my
response as well. My voice was strained as my head was still held
tightly staring up. "I would love to get to know you, however," I
continued. I was teasing her, but there was an underlying honesty in
my answer. I would love to get to know this stunning creature
better.
"I want you," she hissed
again.
Shaking my head, pulling my own
hair still locked in her grip, I replied again, "I can’t." I was
still teasing her, of course. Playing with her, toying with her. I
was enjoying the game I was playing.
She released my hair and stopped
the gentle swaying of her body. "Fine," she yelled, angry. She
turned her back to me and stormed away. I watched in stunned
disbelief as she left the dance floor. The song ended and another
began. I watched as she returned to the bar. I stared as she grabbed
her purse and jacket, and stormed from the bar.
I could only gaze open-mouthed
at the front door as it slowly closed behind her. I left the dance
floor and returned to my table. I finished my drink, shaking my head
at the turn of events that had transpired. I could not believe that
she had left the bar. I realized that I should not have toyed with
her as I had. I ordered another drink as I pondered how silly my
actions had been.
Leaving the bar, I regretted
them.
I walked to my car the music
still throbbing in my head. The air seemed thick with the sounds
that bounced out of the club. I unlocked my car and opened the door.
My hand shot involuntarily to my neck as I felt a sharp pain at the
base of my skull. I rubbed my neck, sucking in a breath of air
through my mouth in a vocal protest to the pain that I was feeling.
I twisted my neck from side to side. My breathing became difficult.
Confused I sat down in the drivers’ seat.
I was uncertain what had
happened, and even more unsure of where I was. I opened my eyes and
saw… nothing. Emptiness, darkness, blackness. I tried to determine
where I was and what had happened to me. I realized that I was
blindfolded and that was why I could not see. I tried to stretch and
found myself bound tightly, my hands trapped behind my back. I tried
to pull my feet apart and stretch, but my feet were tied together,
and bent towards my back. I was essentially hog-tied in a small,
cramped space.
I began struggling against my
bonds, fighting against the rope that held me tightly. I tried to
speak, but the gag that was tied into my mouth prevented all but the
simplest of grunts. "Llpp," I tried shouting, nervousness slowly
escalating into terror. I struggled against my bonds, twisting in
frustration. My bonds held me tight, unyielding. I twisted from side
to side banging against the side of my unseen prison.
"Aeese llpp," I mumbled against
my gag. Twisting violently in the confines that held me, I struggled
against the ropes. The rope bit into my skin, bringing tears to my
eyes. I grunted, blinked, and began moaning in desperation. I
mewled a helpless whimper.
I began coughing against the gag
as fresh tears began leaking from me eyes. Tears of terror, of
fright, of the unknown. Unable to speak I tried to bring my ragged
breathing under control. I strained to listen to my surroundings, to
try to glean at least a little knowledge about my bleak
situation.
I held my breath, listening. I
heard the unmistakable drone of tires rolling along a highway. The
sound, oddly enough, did not surprise me. The sound confirmed my
suspicions that I was in the trunk of a car streaking down the
highway to terrors unknown.
Terrors unknown, how true I
realized. I had no idea where I was going and who had abducted me.
"Llpp," I cried out again, a weak, frightened whimper. I rested my
face against the hard floor of the trunk and cried. Terror
enveloping my very being. My heart was pounding in my chest in total
unrelenting fear.
Why me, I asked myself, pity
snaking into my thoughts. What had I done to deserve this? Who was
doing this to me? Yet again the question that kept pounding into my
head was why.
I slept, or at least I think I
did. Whatever it was, time passed. The drone of the highway was
soothing to my frazzled, terror filled nerves. Panic was lying in
wait. If I relaxed my guard for a moment that panic would leap
forward and take over. It would control me, control my emotions, and
my actions. I could feel the panic lying just under my conscious
thought, a beast wanting to pounce. It was like a lion straining
against a cage door, knowing that in just a brief moment the cage
door will give, and the beast would be free.
That was the panic I was
feeling.
The tears began again. The beast
was free. Goose pimples raced up and down my arms, sending a chill
along with it. Fresh tears ran from my eyes to be absorbed by the
cloth of my blindfold. My breathing was coming in short, shallow
bursts. The gag prevented me from swallowing comfortably; instead it
hindered my breathing, adding to my terror.
I began to twist furiously
again. Struggling futilely against the bonds that held me securely.
I twisted, it did not help. I cried, it did not help. I struggled,
again, no help. My hands flexed and unflexed involuntarily behind my
back. The futile actions only caused my apprehension to escalate.
The panic overwhelmed me as I was driven to places unknown, for
atrocities unknown. The pity returned with the panic. I felt
desolate, lost, trapped in a nightmare where no hero would come to
save me in the end.
I felt my life was over.
The car slowed and then stopped.
I opened my clenched eyes, to stare into the blackness of my
blindfold. We had arrived, my kidnapper and I. That was the first
time the word popped into my terror-filled mind. Kidnapped. I had
been kidnapped. Stolen from my life to be delivered into the
unknown.
The lion raged.
I felt the car rock as the
driver exited the car. I could hear my abductor walk to the rear of
the car. Cool air entered my prison as the trunk was opened. I could
smell the cool, fresh air. I breathed in the welcome scent.
A hand touched my face. I jerked
back, frightened. My eyes, behind the blindfold, opened wide in
fear. Again I groaned into my gag, "llpp."
The hand pulled the blindfold
away from my face. I blinked, then again. Looking up I saw the woman
from the club. She was smiling down at me. A look of pleasure etched
in the soft lines of her face. "I told you I wanted you."
And I was
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