Before she could completely turn her head around, I had the cloth bag over her head, and my knife to her throat.
“Make a noise and I will kill you. Nod if you understand.” I directed.
She was trembling, but she managed to nod while sobbing silently, never realizing the blow that was headed towards her. She crumpled in my arms as I scooped her up, then headed towards my car.
I’d been watching her for weeks. She always took the same route, at the same time. Never wavering from her course, she was the perfect target. She gave me ample opportunity to procure and abduct her.
The night I took Sara, she never saw it coming. The genuine shock on her face made for an extra thrill. Relaxed in her posture, wearing her sensible black loafers, and her below-knee plaid dress. She walked as if she hadn’t a care in the world.
Hitting her on the back of her skull to knock her out, helped me get her to my vehicle. Slinging her over my shoulder, I chose to leave her purse on the ground—no need for GPS to find us.
She woke up sometime later in the trunk. I could hear her muffled screaming. We had already reached my cabin, our destination, however, I liked letting them wake up in the boot of the car with the cloth bag over their face.
It allowed them to understand just how serious their predicament was. Waiting fifteen more minutes, I sauntered to the car to let her out.
“Sara, I want you to listen carefully to me,” I said in a soothing voice. She tensed up, presumably because I used her name.
Slipping the cloth off of her head, she looked at me with wild eyes. She started asking questions. The sound of the slap on her cheek echoed through the woods. She let out a loud sob.
“I said, you need to listen carefully, not ask questions. Do you understand how this works now?”
She nodded, still sniffling. Smiling at her confidently, I helped her stand up.
“This is my home. You are a guest,” I continued conversationally, “so I expect you to behave.”
She looked at me with huge eyes. I loved this part. The confusion, the fear, and then the exasperation at the audacity.
Sara
I couldn’t register in my mind what was happening. My mouth was dropped open as he calmly explained how I should feel privileged to be invited to his home.
I was a prisoner. I certainly didn’t want to be there, but my cheek was still stinging from his slap, and my head still pounding from whatever I was hit with. Trying not to look obvious, I glanced around to find a means of escape.
“Great! I can see you are already mapping the place out!”
Shit. Nothing seemed to get by him. My adrenaline was pumping. I was scared shitless, but this man had no right to think he could get away with this.
My ears had to be deceiving me. He did not just say he was going to hunt me.
Havoc
The color drained from her face as I explained that she had an opportunity to get away from me and go home. My property surrounded my cabin in a circle. There were woods all the way around.
All she had to do was get past my property line before I caught her.
“If you get to the paved road, you can leave.” I smiled.
She looked at me skeptically. “Just like that?” She asked.
“Yes. I will give you a fifteen-minute head start since I am familiar with the area, then I will come after you.” Showing her my hand gun, she looked at me with an expression of horror.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Looking at her with annoyance, I sighed loudly. She wasn’t following the rules. “Do I look like this is a joke? Your time started a minute ago, so you can stand here and contemplate, or you can move your ass.”
Sara
It was like an out of body experience. My mind still couldn’t comprehend that someone would do this, but my body was taking charge and sending me into overdrive.
I took off into the direction I was facing. It didn’t occur to me that the road may only be at one side of the property. The only thing I could think of was getting away.
Stupid shit was running through my mind as the low lying branches of the trees were smacking me in my face. My mother constantly lecturing me about walking in groups. Mixing my schedule up. My father trying to get me to take self-defense classes but I was too busy.
The thought even crossed my mind, did I have clean underwear on? That was one of the first things I was taught in childhood. Always wear clean underwear in case you were in an accident. Did this count as an accident? I mean, it shouldn’t, the fucker did this deliberately. And why the fuck am I thinking all this dumbass shit when I need to focus on not getting shot?
I kept running as fast as I could, dodging trees, never really knowing where I was going but determined to get to the road. I ran cross country in high school so I could run long distances. Of course, I didn’t have a lunatic chasing me with a weapon, but I knew to keep running, so that’s what I did.
I swore I could see the paved promise land as the burning sensation tore through my neck. Red liquid splashed over my face. My mind revolted at the thought that it was blood. The next burning sensation in the back of my head came blissfully with darkness as my body flopped on the ground.
Havoc
That was exhilarating. She was quite the athlete. I almost let her make it to the electric fence just to see the look of dejection in her face. It would have lit her up and fried her.
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