I knew it was a dumb idea to walk home from work by myself. It was dark even though it wasn't too late, and the route home wasn't exactly through the busiest or safest of routes. But I had done that walk a thousand times! How was I supposed to know this time would be any different.
But it was. I was about half way home, it was cold so I had on my jacket, hat and scarf. I was walking through the park, admiring the eerie view of the trees in the orange glow of the street lights. That's when I noticed the man walking towards me.
I didn't have any reason to be nervous, it's not like he was following me because he came from another direction. My guard was up but I felt fairly calm and just avoided looking at him as our paths came closer to crossing.
"Excuse me?" My heart started pounding in my chest as he spoke. My head started to wonder if I should be running. "I'm so sorry to bother you but do you know where Bank Street is? I calmed a little, looking up he was a young guy close to my age, and he looked sincere.
"It's actually back the way you came," I laughed to try and lighten the mood. He was actually really cute so I offered to show him since I was walking that way anyway and it was only a few minutes walk. He introduced himself as Harley, and was friendly enough but didn't walk too close, probably realising how it might come across.
As we reached the park entrance on Bank street I didn't even second guess the big range rover with blacked out windows parked out front. I turned to him to politely part ways when I saw him lunging towards me, grabbing me with surprising force.
A cloth was over my mouth which smelled sickly sweet and made me struggle to think clearly. The last thing I remembered was being put in the back of the car by Harley and then it all goes black.
Now here I am, naked and chained to a bed. I don't even want to think about how he got my clothes off when I was unconscious, or whatever else he might have done. The room is medium sized, with a metal framed king bed. Not much else in terms of furnishings except a wooden side table that was drilled into the wall.
I was under some covers at least, a soft black duvet. But underneath both my ankles and wrists are cuffed with a heavy metal. These aren't pulled tightly, I can roll over but can't really move off of the bed.
My wrists are attached to each other with a thick chain maybe half a metre in length. There are two doors in the room, both closed and a window which has light seeping in around curtains which are drawn.
I have no idea what to do, should I scream out or would that just draw my kidnappers attention? I can't see anything that I could use to escape, there aren't even any pillows. I lay there restless but still drowsy for what felt like hours until I drifted off to sleep again.
I wake up, god knows how much later and I have an arm draped over my waist. Panic sets in, this is him, the man who stole me just lying next to me. I scream, unable to stop myself at the shock and fear. He jolts awake to see me trying to get as far away from him as I can.
It was the man from the park, he had no t-shirt on showing off his lean body which so easily overpowered her before. I curled up in the bottom corner of the bed, trying to cover myself with the duvet, tears are forming in my eyes as I imagine what he's going to do with me. He looked drowsy and confused at the scream, but sighed as he looked over me cowering.
"Come back over here and lie down." He said calmly and sternly, looking at her like he assumed she would immediately obey him.
"No way, stay the fuck away from me!" I screamed, pulling in my legs tighter into my body. He sighed and moved towards me, grabbing the cuffs on my wrists and yanking them forward. I yelled and wriggled trying to free myself, but he had quickly secured the cuffs to a hook at the top of the bed frame, forcing me to stretch out.
He then got up, revealing his pyjamas consisted only of a pair of dark grey boxers which showed his muscly thighs as well as a sizable bulge. I tried to avert my eyes from that part of him but my vision betrayed me, wandering down his abs to inspect the package.
He fiddled with locks and chains, tightening my ankle restraints so that I had little movement left. I continued crying and begged for him to let me go, I sounded like every athletic girl in every movie, "please let me go, I won't tell anyone I promise I have a family please I just want to go home." The ramble came out of me automatically, becoming less and less comprehensible as it went on.
He got back in the other side of the bed coming close to me, I flinched but couldn't move away this time. Looking down into my eyes he spoke in his calm tone again, "if you don't shut up I'll make you." With that the babbling stopped, although the quiet room was filled with noises of me sniffling.
He simply pulled up the covered, placed his arm back over my waist and went to sleep. It only took a few minutes until I heard gentle snoring in my left ear. I kept crying until I eventually melted into a restless sleep.
In what I guessed was the morning A ridiculously loud alarm sounded all throughout the room. There were speakers in the corner which must have pumped the sound in. They turned off shortly after as I felt him stir.
I lay still trying to pretend that I was still asleep, hoping he would leave me alone. He squeezed me into him letting me feel his erection pressing against my lower back. "Good morning," He said cheerily, I'm not sure if it was to me or himself. His arm which had been wrapped around me stroked my skin with his fingers.
