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SHE WAS KIDNAPPED part 2
SHE WAS KIDNAPPED part 2
Arriving at his destination he took her out, kissing her gently on the lips. When he got inside the well lit house he placed her on a metal table like an operating table. He tied her wrists with coarse rope, binding her feet with rope and tying her ankles to the table. Using the hand drilled holes he had made. He was well prepared for the game but double checked, making sure that everything was ready.
Returning to the stolen car he drove it into the large shed at the back of the house. Getting out and stacking bales of hay around it.
He was not at all concerned about the car being discovered. He knew nobody in the area and had no neighbors close by. He whistled as he locked the shed and returned to the house. Checking the time, he smiled, she would awaken soon. He entered the house, slipping off his street clothes revealing his latex body suit worn beneath.
Walking towards the room where Nina lay, unconscious of her surroundings or what was going to happen to her.
When Nina woke she found that it was completely dark. She could see nothing. Nina thought she might be blindfolded because she could make nothing out in the dark. At first she panicked, feeling that she was tied down.. She could feel beneath her a hard surface. Where was she? She was starting to feel claustrophobic. Panicking and gasping for breath she tried to calm herself down.
Being unable to see where she was made it all the worse. Nina began to cry. She couldn't hear anything. No sound at all. She thought she could smell disinfectant and fresh paint. But wasn't sure, her throat was so dry. What was going on? Nina tried to move her feet but found them tied down. Nina was tied up so tight that she could not even wriggle She calmed herself, trying to gain some control over her rapid breathing.
Her stomach was churning she felt nauseated, trying to breathe deeply in an effort not to be sick made her feel light headed.
God she thought please don't let me throw up.
Her arms were tied by her sides. She moved her fingers trying to see if she could get her hands free. It felt like her wrists were tied with rope but she wasn't sure. She could feel the cold seeping through the thin material of her dress. She was lying on cold metal by the feel of it. Nina licked her lips trying to moisten them. She realized as she licked her lips that there was some sort of covering or material over her face, she could breathe through it so it must be thin material but she felt it rising and falling against her face as she breathed in and out. She wondered how long she had been out.
The man stood and watched as she awoke. She had no idea he was there. He saw her pathetic struggles as she realized that she was completely bound, unable to get away.
Wondering how she felt as she began to understand that she was totally helpless. She reminded him of small memories; a little butterfly, it's pretty, delicate wings smashing against the glass in the inside of a jar to get to freedom, fluttering feebly as it tried again and again to be free falling to the bottom, of the jar the fluttering of the wings slower and slower till they move no more.
A moth attracted by the light of a bug trap to only be rewarded by the sizzling death of electric current as it surged through it's small body, dropping to the ground, nearly dead, it's legs weakly spamming in its death throes. A fly caught and impaled on a pin as he watches it slowly die, its buzzing noise fainter and dimmer as it dies a painful death. Squeezed to a cork board, watched by a young boy who eagerly catches every detail of its short existence the man smiled, feeling the same emotions he always did when he played his game. A self satisfaction of knowing his prey was in his control.
Waiting for him, the all powerful to make his next move, he the strong, dominating the weak, preying upon their fears, their weak points. He had watched her for a very long time before taking her from her safe home. Bringing her into his world so that she could experience and benefit from the things he knew needed to be experienced by people like this woman.
Then suddenly Nina felt something or someone touching her head. She tried to call out but only muffled sounds came out.
Nina thought to herself. Oh God please don't let it be my attacker. Let someone have found me and I’m going to be safe.
Knowing that it wasn't very likely whoever it was, they were lifting something over her head. Taking away whatever had been across her eyes. Then Nina could see light. She blinked rapidly her eyes stinging her vision a little blurry at first as her eyes adjusted to the bright light looking up she could see a very white stark ceiling and a bright light hanging from the ceiling.
The glare from the light was bright. She turned her head, trying to see where she was. She felt dizzy and sick. Her neck felt stiff too. Her headache worsening as she moved.
She moaned a little at the pain and discomfort she felt. Trying to see clearly, making nothing out at first. Then in her direct line of vision she saw a very tall figure. A man and in his hand he held what looked like a piece of black material that was shaped like a hood, he dropped it to the floor. Nina thought it might have been what had been over her head.
Please, oh please. Nina barely managed a whisper. Let me go Please.
Nina sobbed as she begged her attacker to let her go. Her vision was clearer now. She could make out that he was wearing a leather mask. Only his eyes nose and mouth visible Nina whimpered as she saw his ice blue eyes looking coldly at her. He walked closer to her. He was dressed completely in a black suit that looked like latex. He looked like a freak dressed from head to toe in this outfit.
It seemed to make him look macabre he was tall and very well built his shoulders broad as if he worked out a lot. Her attacker raised his hand and Nina could see that in his hand he held a knife. She was terrified.
So pretty one, you have finally awakened from your drugged slumber. I am pleased to make your acquaintance. I have chosen you from amongst the many. I have watched you from afar for a long time admiring you for your beauty, Impatient at your vanity. I am to be your teacher in a lesson in humility.
Nina shook her head.
No, no please, I’m sorry. Let me go and I will do better.
Nina pleaded with her attacker, staring at him in the eye, trying to think of anything to make him realize she was human, not a plaything for his sick game.
I value things of beauty, and collecting rare beautiful objects is one of my favorite hobbies. Her attacker walked closer to her almost by her side. Nina cringed, unable to move, he held the knife up, moving it in his hand, so that the light reflected on the blade, admiring it.
He must be a serial killer her thoughts screamed at her. She was to be added to his grisly collection of human trophies.
I hold in my hand is a thing of beauty a marvelous tool in my line of work was a bowie knife. This beautiful knife was my grandfather's, given to me to use and pass on to my children. The knife is 11 1/2 long, the blade made of heavy duty stainless steel for sharpness. He spoke with pride in his voice as if he was telling Nina with words of proud praise about the antics and achievements of a beloved child or pet.
Her attacker licks the edge of the knife. Nina sees a small droplet of blood on his lip. He licks the blood from his lip.
This knife is beautiful and sturdy the handle is made of leather. It fits into my hand like a well fitting glove. This knife and I share many happy memories. Nina could see his eyes soften as he talked about this knife She thought he was insane, and totally mad.
Now my dear, the introductions done we should get started. Nina screamed as the man reached out and stroked her hair. Nina had found her voice and she screamed as loud as she could. The man laughed as her scream echoed through the room. He was enjoying her absolute terror. It made him feel so powerful.
We are miles from anywhere. No one can hear you. Nina felt the man pull her hair away from the back of her head. Then she looked up to see him raise the knife high.
She screamed again, as he brought the knife down, thinking that he was going to slash her face. Nina tried to turn her head, but he held her hair tighter in his grasp, she gasped as her hair was pulled so tight that she felt as if the roots were being ripped from her scalp, tears flowed freely down her face, she squeezed her eyes shut just as she saw the knife come down, and in her terror her bladder let go, she was waiting for the feel of the sharp knife slicing into her skin.
To be continued
Arriving at his destination he took her out, kissing her gently on the lips. When he got inside the well lit house he placed her on a metal table like an operating table. He tied her wrists with coarse rope, binding her feet with rope and tying her ankles to the table. Using the hand drilled holes he had made. He was well prepared for the game but double checked, making sure that everything was ready.
Returning to the stolen car he drove it into the large shed at the back of the house. Getting out and stacking bales of hay around it.
He was not at all concerned about the car being discovered. He knew nobody in the area and had no neighbors close by. He whistled as he locked the shed and returned to the house. Checking the time, he smiled, she would awaken soon. He entered the house, slipping off his street clothes revealing his latex body suit worn beneath.
Walking towards the room where Nina lay, unconscious of her surroundings or what was going to happen to her.
When Nina woke she found that it was completely dark. She could see nothing. Nina thought she might be blindfolded because she could make nothing out in the dark. At first she panicked, feeling that she was tied down.. She could feel beneath her a hard surface. Where was she? She was starting to feel claustrophobic. Panicking and gasping for breath she tried to calm herself down.
Being unable to see where she was made it all the worse. Nina began to cry. She couldn't hear anything. No sound at all. She thought she could smell disinfectant and fresh paint. But wasn't sure, her throat was so dry. What was going on? Nina tried to move her feet but found them tied down. Nina was tied up so tight that she could not even wriggle She calmed herself, trying to gain some control over her rapid breathing.
Her stomach was churning she felt nauseated, trying to breathe deeply in an effort not to be sick made her feel light headed.
God she thought please don't let me throw up.
Her arms were tied by her sides. She moved her fingers trying to see if she could get her hands free. It felt like her wrists were tied with rope but she wasn't sure. She could feel the cold seeping through the thin material of her dress. She was lying on cold metal by the feel of it. Nina licked her lips trying to moisten them. She realized as she licked her lips that there was some sort of covering or material over her face, she could breathe through it so it must be thin material but she felt it rising and falling against her face as she breathed in and out. She wondered how long she had been out.
The man stood and watched as she awoke. She had no idea he was there. He saw her pathetic struggles as she realized that she was completely bound, unable to get away.
Wondering how she felt as she began to understand that she was totally helpless. She reminded him of small memories; a little butterfly, it's pretty, delicate wings smashing against the glass in the inside of a jar to get to freedom, fluttering feebly as it tried again and again to be free falling to the bottom, of the jar the fluttering of the wings slower and slower till they move no more.
A moth attracted by the light of a bug trap to only be rewarded by the sizzling death of electric current as it surged through it's small body, dropping to the ground, nearly dead, it's legs weakly spamming in its death throes. A fly caught and impaled on a pin as he watches it slowly die, its buzzing noise fainter and dimmer as it dies a painful death. Squeezed to a cork board, watched by a young boy who eagerly catches every detail of its short existence the man smiled, feeling the same emotions he always did when he played his game. A self satisfaction of knowing his prey was in his control.
Waiting for him, the all powerful to make his next move, he the strong, dominating the weak, preying upon their fears, their weak points. He had watched her for a very long time before taking her from her safe home. Bringing her into his world so that she could experience and benefit from the things he knew needed to be experienced by people like this woman.
Then suddenly Nina felt something or someone touching her head. She tried to call out but only muffled sounds came out.
Nina thought to herself. Oh God please don't let it be my attacker. Let someone have found me and I’m going to be safe.
Knowing that it wasn't very likely whoever it was, they were lifting something over her head. Taking away whatever had been across her eyes. Then Nina could see light. She blinked rapidly her eyes stinging her vision a little blurry at first as her eyes adjusted to the bright light looking up she could see a very white stark ceiling and a bright light hanging from the ceiling.
The glare from the light was bright. She turned her head, trying to see where she was. She felt dizzy and sick. Her neck felt stiff too. Her headache worsening as she moved.
She moaned a little at the pain and discomfort she felt. Trying to see clearly, making nothing out at first. Then in her direct line of vision she saw a very tall figure. A man and in his hand he held what looked like a piece of black material that was shaped like a hood, he dropped it to the floor. Nina thought it might have been what had been over her head.
Please, oh please. Nina barely managed a whisper. Let me go Please.
Nina sobbed as she begged her attacker to let her go. Her vision was clearer now. She could make out that he was wearing a leather mask. Only his eyes nose and mouth visible Nina whimpered as she saw his ice blue eyes looking coldly at her. He walked closer to her. He was dressed completely in a black suit that looked like latex. He looked like a freak dressed from head to toe in this outfit.
It seemed to make him look macabre he was tall and very well built his shoulders broad as if he worked out a lot. Her attacker raised his hand and Nina could see that in his hand he held a knife. She was terrified.
So pretty one, you have finally awakened from your drugged slumber. I am pleased to make your acquaintance. I have chosen you from amongst the many. I have watched you from afar for a long time admiring you for your beauty, Impatient at your vanity. I am to be your teacher in a lesson in humility.
Nina shook her head.
No, no please, I’m sorry. Let me go and I will do better.
Nina pleaded with her attacker, staring at him in the eye, trying to think of anything to make him realize she was human, not a plaything for his sick game.
I value things of beauty, and collecting rare beautiful objects is one of my favorite hobbies. Her attacker walked closer to her almost by her side. Nina cringed, unable to move, he held the knife up, moving it in his hand, so that the light reflected on the blade, admiring it.
He must be a serial killer her thoughts screamed at her. She was to be added to his grisly collection of human trophies.
I hold in my hand is a thing of beauty a marvelous tool in my line of work was a bowie knife. This beautiful knife was my grandfather's, given to me to use and pass on to my children. The knife is 11 1/2 long, the blade made of heavy duty stainless steel for sharpness. He spoke with pride in his voice as if he was telling Nina with words of proud praise about the antics and achievements of a beloved child or pet.
Her attacker licks the edge of the knife. Nina sees a small droplet of blood on his lip. He licks the blood from his lip.
This knife is beautiful and sturdy the handle is made of leather. It fits into my hand like a well fitting glove. This knife and I share many happy memories. Nina could see his eyes soften as he talked about this knife She thought he was insane, and totally mad.
Now my dear, the introductions done we should get started. Nina screamed as the man reached out and stroked her hair. Nina had found her voice and she screamed as loud as she could. The man laughed as her scream echoed through the room. He was enjoying her absolute terror. It made him feel so powerful.
We are miles from anywhere. No one can hear you. Nina felt the man pull her hair away from the back of her head. Then she looked up to see him raise the knife high.
She screamed again, as he brought the knife down, thinking that he was going to slash her face. Nina tried to turn her head, but he held her hair tighter in his grasp, she gasped as her hair was pulled so tight that she felt as if the roots were being ripped from her scalp, tears flowed freely down her face, she squeezed her eyes shut just as she saw the knife come down, and in her terror her bladder let go, she was waiting for the feel of the sharp knife slicing into her skin.
To be continued
Published 3rd Sep 2020
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