*All of the people in this fantasy are 18+ years old.
It’s late and I am just leaving our small local grocery store. An hour before store closing seems to be the best time to get my shopping done. I have always been a night owl. I love the quiet stillness night brings. The break from constant chaos makes the world a little less suffocating.
I walk out of the store with a few bags filled with this week’s groceries. There are several cars parked in the poorly lit lot, but not a person in sight. Something feels off though. I quickly walk to my car as an unsettling feeling begins welling inside of me, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
I fumble through my purse trying to find my keys. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. As I turn to look over my shoulder, a hand quickly moves to cover my mouth, muffling the scream I am too shocked to expel. My bags fall to the ground as I throw my elbow back, connecting with my attacker’s stomach, causing his grip to loosen slightly. Everything is happening way too quickly. I can feel myself being pulled backward. Kicking and screaming doesn’t even slow him down. He is simply too strong.
I begin to struggle harder as he tries to push me into his vehicle. I plant my feet on the sides of the door, and push off, trying to force him backward. He stumbles, but his grip doesn’t loosen. In fact, I start to feel my airway being cut off as his arm tightens around my neck.
I have always been confident in my ability to defend myself. I have even taken self-defense courses. It’s much easier to practice defending yourself in a controlled environment. This situation is completely different. I wish I had been more prepared.
Within seconds, he has me pinned face down in the backseat. He manages to wrestle my hands behind my back as I kick and scream for help. I feel the tape sticking to my skin as he tightly binds my arms. Kicking does not seem to slow him down. Nothing seems to slow him down. After a short struggle, he has my nylon clad legs bound too. Tears slowly dampen the seat below, as the fear takes over.
This is it. This is the end. Once he drives out of this parking lot it’s over. He is probably going to kill me and my face will be on the news below a headline that reads, “Young women found dead in the ditch.”
My screams become louder as I desperately try to scream for help. I can’t let this happen. I continue to scream, even as I hear the door close behind me. When the door in front of me opens my scream is suddenly caught in my throat. Looking up, I come face to face with my attacker. First thing I notice is the hunger in his eyes. The way he is looking at me has me paralized. He looks at me like I am his to devour. I try to hide as he reaches towards my face. I look up as his deep, rugged voice demands it, “Look at me, pretty girl.”
With trembling lips, I once again look right into his eyes as he brushes away a tear. Slowly, he cups my face, running his thumb over my bottom lip. The moment a tiny moan escapes my lips, instant regret takes over. What the hell is wrong with me?
As I try to look away, he grips my jaw and pushes a piece of fabric inside my mouth. Before I can try to push it back out, he pushes my face into the seat, securing the gag with a knot on the back of my head.
I don’t pick my head up off of the seat. I don’t scream. I don’t even move. The determination in his eyes told me everything I needed to know, this is going to happen and there is nothing I or anyone else can do to stop him. I am not giving up though. I will fight him every step of the way. I will wait for him to let down his guard and then I will fight.
After just a short drive, I feel the car come to a stop. I hear him open the door and quickly get out. The moment I hear a garage door being lowered I start to panic. I feel like I’m being closed off from the world. I’m trapped. No one will ever find me. I start to feel dizzy. I can’t breathe. I can’t get enough air. This rag is suffocating me.
Suddenly, the door near my head opens. I don’t even see the man in front of me until his rough, loud voice cuts through the panic, “Stop!”
Just like that, I am paralyzed with fear. I look up and truly see him for the first time. I am startled by the intensity of his deep brown eyes. They pull me in, trapping me. I can’t seem to look away. What I see is not what I expected. In his eyes I see kindness, loneliness, desire; his eyes hold all these deep seated emotions and many more. Somehow I find comfort in his eyes.
Suddenly, he looks away, almost as if he is disgusted with what he sees. When he looks at me again, a chill runs down my spine. There is no comfort to be found in his eyes. Whatever emotion he showed me seconds ago is gone. Maybe it was never there.
With what seems like little effort on his part, he has me out of the vehicle and pinned up against the wall. I can feel his body pressed up against mine. I can feel how much he has enjoyed the struggle so far. His hard cock pressing up against my ass has me trembling with fear… or is it arousal? How can I even think that?
I can feel his warm breath on my neck. His hold on my hair tightens as I hear him whisper, “Keep fighting me Honey, it only makes me want you more.” With that, I catch my reflection in the blade of the knife he holds in front of my face. The unspoken threat leaves me immobilized.
Slowly, he brings the blade closer. Tears silently fall as the blade slides gently down my arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
Suddenly, my arms fall to my sides. I whimper as my shoulders protest the sudden change in position.
“Put your hands on the wall and don’t move.”
Slowly, I press my palms flat against the wall. I can feel my whole body trembling. My knees feel like they are going to buckle at any moment. I just want to wrap my arms around myself and hide. This is too much. Everything is happening too fast.
His warm breath on my neck makes me jump. “Good girl.”
I cringe at my reaction. I actually sighed at his praise. Why did I react that way?
I can almost hear the grin in his voice. If he wasn’t holding my life in his hands I would wipe that grin right off his smug face.
I whimper as I feel the blade continue down my leg. Suddenly, the tape is being cut and pulled away from my legs. I am so grateful for pantyhose right now. The duck tape being ripped from my arms hurt like hell. My first instinct should be to kick him and run. Yet here I am, frozen in place, too scared to even take a full breath. The feeling of the blade dragging across my skin still lingers.
With a tight grip on my hair, he guides me up a couple of steps, before pushing me through the door. The silence inside is frightening. A cold shudder creeps up my spine. I stumble as I hear the door shut behind him. The room is pitch black. His grip on my hair is the only thing preventing me from collapsing as we continue moving farther into the house.
What if I never get out of here? What if no one ever finds me? Will anyone even report me missing? I have always enjoyed spending time alone. I could go days without leaving my house. I would get so wrapped up in my art that I would forget that the outside world existed. I was happy. But as the darkness presses in on me, I start to regret living a life of solitude. No one is going to be looking for me. It could take weeks before anyone even starts to wonder where I am.
Soon, the silence is chased away by my unintelligible begging and sobbing.
“Please don’t do this.”
“Please let me go. I won’t tell anyone.”
“Why are you doing this?”
Finally, fight or flight kicks in and I start to dig my heels in. I can’t let him bring me any farther. Every step forward feels like one step closer to my death. I should have kicked him as soon as the tape was torn from my legs. What if I missed my only chance to escape?
I hear him grunt, and feel him release his grip on my hair as my heel connects with his shin. I spin around and try to push past him but I don’t get anywhere. He is like a brick wall. He doesn’t even stumble as I try to shove him.
He reaches out and grabs my arm but I manage to free myself from his grasp and back away. He slowly approaches me. The blank expression on his face is terrifying. When I feel the end of a bed press up against the back of my knees I start to sob. “No! Please don’t! Please don’t hurt me.” The rag in my mouth makes it impossible to communicate.
I scream as he suddenly shoves me backwards onto the bed. His fingers wrap around my ankle as I try to scramble away. I kick and scream, throwing my body back and forth. Then, his grasp tightens and he yanks my body towards him before quickly climbing on top of me, pinning my upper body to the mattress. I try to kick and throw him off, but he easily keeps me in place.
The feeling of cold metal on my wrist, followed by the distinct clicking sound of a cuff closing, is more terrifying than anything that has happened so far. I start screaming for help as I feel another cuff closing around my other wrist.
He brings my arm above my head, attaching the other end of the first cuff to the headboard. He easily catches my other wrist, as I take a swing at him, quickly securing this cuff to the opposite side of the headboard.
I frantically start pulling against the cuffs. I can’t breathe. I need more air. This gag is suffocating me. I need to get out of here. I thrash, buck, twist, and grapple with the restraints. I can feel the metal cuffs cutting into my skin.
“Stop!”
His words cut through the panic, his fingers press into my jaw forcing me to meet his gaze. Then he pulls out his knife and places it on my chest. Fear cripples me, freezing every muscle of my body.
“Don’t move. I don’t want to have to hurt you.”
I can feel the tears running down my cheeks. My wrists burn from pulling on the cuffs. My heart is racing. I can’t believe this is happening to me.
Slowly, he leans over, bringing his face only inches from mine. Fear clenches like a tight first around my chest at the hungry, almost predatory look that quickly spreads across his face. I see it in his eyes, he is going to do whatever he wants to me and there is nothing I can do to stop him.
I flinch as he reaches behind my head. Suddenly, the gag is being removed from my mouth.
“Thank you!”
His smile makes me cringe. I can’t believe I just thanked him, like he had done me some sort of favor. I turn my head to the side, ignoring that stupid grin on his face. If he thinks I am just going to let this happen he is wrong.
I sigh in relief as he climbs off of me, taking his knife with him. My body trembles as he lazily drags the knife down my stomach. It doesn’t hurt me. It doesn’t leave a mark. What it does is ensure my compliance. The threat is enough to leave me paralyzed with fear.
Once he reaches the top of my skirt he pauses and lowers the zipper before sliding it down my silky smooth legs. His fingers brush over my pantyhose as he strips away what little comfort I have left.
I watch as he sets the knife down and reaches over and produces two cuffs, each one attached to opposite corners of the bed. I pull my legs up to my chest and start begging.
“Please don’t do this. I won’t move. I promise. I’ll do whatever you tell me. Just please don’t.” I can feel the tears running down the sides of my face. I can feel the chance of escape disappearing.
“Shhh…. Don’t make me hurt you.”
He reaches up and gently wraps his fingers around my ankle. His grip tightens as I resist his pull. I can see the determination in his eyes. He is going to do whatever he needs to do to get what he wants. Fighting him right now will only take away from the energy I will need to fight him later.
I still hesitate as he pulls my ankle towards him but his strength wins.
He quickly fastens a cuff around my ankle and then does the same with the other.
Just when I think it can’t get much worse, I hear a ratcheting sound and feel my leg being pulled toward the corner of the bed. He does the same on the other side leaving me feeling completely exposed.
“Please… don’t do this.”
I watch as he pulls a blindfold and a pair of earplugs out of his pocket. As he leans in closer, I start thrashing my head back and forth. I scream in frustration as he threads his fingers through my hair and pulls my head to the side. After inserting the first earplug, he maneuvers my head to the other side. The earplugs quickly expand, blocking out everything but my racing thoughts. The blindfold follows, plunging me into darkness. His grip in my hair disappears and suddenly I feel alone.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/vqr53z/taken_part_one_cncmf
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