CW: kidnap, cnc, enm
The street was hustling and bustling with people everywhere. That's what she came to expect of this big city, hundreds of times more populated than her small town was. She couldn't believe at 2am it was still busy out.
Didn't these people ever go to sleep? Was that a 4 year old in line at the food truck?
She couldn't believe it, but that was just how life was in the big city. It at least gave her peace of mind that she could be out and about too, even if she was unaccompanied.
With her takeout in hand, she began her trek back to the condo her and her husband were staying at. He was asleep when her late-night craving hit. It was just a mile away. She didn't think there would be much success in trying to wake him this late when she could just as easily have food delivered, but that would cost extra, and she was cheap. Left and right, big neon signs were lit with the words "OPEN" and "DISPENSARY". She loved being here, it felt like a party all night long. The streets didn't even smell like some of the other big cities she had been to.
The light ahead was already red, so she knew she would have to wait awhile till she felt she could cross safely. Those small-town habits of hers were hard to break. Even though everyone else was jaywalking, she just couldn't imagine why anyone would be in such a hurry that they couldn't wait two minutes for the crosswalk to be available. She pulled up to the corner there and waited while the cars passed by. There seemed to be less and less of them as a minute ticked on, and when she looked around it appeared everyone else had decided to jaywalk much sooner than this crosswalk. Even the stores around this corner had begun to close for the night, their once-friendly lighting going out, leaving the street dark and eerie.
She saw the black SUV roll to a stop in front of her and felt the first tendril of unease course through her system
. Maybe I should have just paid the delivery fee.
Hindsight was always 20/20. She heard the door shut before she saw him. The driver walked around the vehicle and stood right in front of her. Assessing her.
Nervous, she smiled at the stranger and gave a little wave.
Why was he out here? Did he forget to turn his vehicle off?
She started internally panicking. This was no longer her safe busy-city vacation spot. Nope. Suddenly, this was terrifying just like all those smut books she liked to read. The dark romances always called to her and she could admit to having some cnc fantasies... but fantasies are one thing, whatever might happen here felt much more real.
The man walked forward nonchalantly, seeming to just need to put some distance between him and the vehicle. Right then, the light for the crosswalk lit up and she took no time to walk to the curb and cross.
That was when he grabbed her.
She was suddenly yanked toward the back seat of the SUV. She didn't know when he had time to open the door without her hearing it, but he shoved her in quickly enough that she knew there would be no witnesses. The street was empty except for them, and with it being so late at night, even the traffic had slowed down. The door shut and her panic amped up another notch. There was nothing on the floor or the seats that she could use as a weapon. Even her flip flop wasn't any help.
Why couldn't I just be a girly girl and at least wear boots?
It was only meant to be a quick stop for food, but this was turning into a life-changing outing.
The man got in and pulled away quickly, engaging the child locks on the doors. In her panic, she couldn't figure out the way to unlock the door. The streets they passed looked deserted and more suburban the farther they went. Nothing looked memorable to her while she was fighting to not hyperventilate. The man made sure she was jostled enough that she couldn't think of how to incapacitate him while he drove. He only drove a few minutes, just enough to get away from the initial grab spot.
The backseat door opened, and the man grabbed her hand rather tightly. She used all her strength in trying to fight him off. Kicking him. Hurting her own foot in the process. This man was built a little sturdier than she expected him to be. Kicking at his stomach was not supposed to leave her foot feeling like it was the victim. She yanked against his hold, reaching for the other backseat door with all her might. It was just out of reach. The man's hold proved too great, and soon she felt cold steel circling the wrist he grabbed. A handcuff. Tugging the cuff towards him made her fall in the seat with her head in front of his waist. That was when she felt the other half of the cuffs snap around her wrist behind her. He grabbed her hair, forcing her eyes up to stare at his waist which had a noticeable bulge in the front.
Fucker is getting off on this!
She couldn't believe that all the struggling and silent tears she was crying were a turn on for anybody, but maybe this is just how the heroines of her books felt before they fell in love with their captors. That was so not happening for her. Nope. This was not a love story. Her love story was back in the hotel room, sleeping peacefully.
The man in front of her bent down to her eye level. "You're feisty. That's going to have to change soon but thank you for making this interesting for me at least." The man wrapped something around her neck. It was too dark to see it when he lifted it out of his pocket, but she guessed it was some kind of collar. "This is to keep you where you belong." Then he attached a length of chain to the little circle clasp in the front. "See this? You're going
nowhere
."
She reached up immediately to get the collar off, but there was some kind of weird lock on the back she guessed only
he
had the key for. The chain attached to the O-ring in front had the same kind of lock.
Did he make this especially for whatever the fuck is happening?
The man secured the chain to a clip under the seat, and she knew without even trying that it would have the same lock. This man apparently left nothing to chance. There was no escaping the cuffs. There was no way to remove the collar. The leash kept her right where she was, with no give to even sit up.
Sighing, she gave up the struggle as a numbness fell over her. This was really happening.
Without the panic coursing through her blood, it became much easier to think. She thought back to those books she loved so much and devised a plan.
The drive took some time. How much time? She had no clue. The entire ride from the time she was chained up was spent horizontal for her, with no view of the streets and thruways she felt him turn and speed on. Eventually though, he stopped.
The door opened.
Lifting her head, she gazed out into the darkness. There was nothing of note from her point of view. The man bent down again to her eye level, and she took him in for the first time. In the darkness, he looked handsome. His teeth shined a little, reflecting the car light. His oak-brown hair was thick but cut short giving him a haircut that didn't stand out in a crowd. She couldn't make out the color of his eyes, but the way he looked at her set off her nerves slightly. In some sick sort of way, she wished she could appreciate it. Before she met her husband, she only WISHED men looked at her with the kind of gaze this monster was looking at her now. It was too bad really. Too bad he was probably going to kill her soon, and that this gaze didn't belong to the face of her lover.
Looking into her eyes, the man spoke again in a way that was meant to calm her. "This doesn't have to be difficult. I can treat you with care. Just do as I say. Everything will be okay."
It didn't work. She wasn't calmed. The even breathing she was doing though was enough to make him believe she was going to listen. The man stood up and undid the button on his pants before lifting out what looked like a very averaged sized cock
. At least he won't destroy me.
