CHAPTER II
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I don’t know how long the drive lasted. It seemed like hours, but it might
only have been a few minutes. I may never know where I was taken. He
played a radio low, but didn’t talk to me again during the drive.
When the van stopped, so did my heart. I felt now that he was going to
rape me. I heard him come around to the back of the van and open it. For
a long time, I felt him staring at me. Then I heard a small “pop” and
around the edges of my blindfold I saw a flash of light. He was taking
pictures of me spread open, tied and helpless in his van. Then I felt his
hands at my ankle, and the rope was loosened. He released my other ankle,
and gently rubbed each one, restoring the circulation which had been
slightly impeded. Although he released my wrists from being bound over my
head, he kept them tied together as he sat me up and helped me slide out of
the van. I was outside the van, nude and blindfolded, with my wrists tied
in front of me and a gag in my mouth. I felt cold cement under my bare
feet, but I couldn’t tell if I was in a garage, or a carport, or out on a
public street. I listened carefully to see if I could hear any sounds at
all which might help me identify the place later. By now, he was leading
me slowly. He kept walking, guilding me until we came to three cold cement
steps, which we climbed, and through a door I heard him unlock and open.
I now felt a carpeted floor under my feet, and a warmer temperature, so I
knew we were in a house or building of some kind. From somewhere I could
hear the faint sound of a clock ticking, and I wondered how long I’d been
his prisoner. Still he guided me further, and I heard another door softly
open. Now he told me there were some steps, and as he went before me,
helping me down the steps, I lost even the sound of the clock ticking away
in the distance. After 11 steps, we were again on a flat surface and he
guided me only a few feet further.
He pulled my bound wrists upward, and attached them to a rope which was
already hanging down from the ceiling. Warning me not to make a sound, he
pulled the cloth from my mouth, allowing me to breathe deeply and to wet my
lips with my tongue. He ran his hands down my body, cupping my breasts and
tweeking the nipples. Down over my belly, to my thighs, and between my
thighs. Again, I heard the pop and knew he was photographing me from every
angle. After awhile, he stopped touching me and photographing me, and I
think he just stood there and started at me for awhile. Then he told me
that he had some things to take care of, and he’d be back later. He told
me not to go away. Chuckling, he left the room and I heard a door close
behind him.
