DYING TO SURVIVE (Dark Erotica) (3 page)

The driver placed his coffee back in the cup holder and inched forward toward the entrance.

As she fed her bills into the change machine, the white sedan inched toward the stall directly behind her. The driver smoothly turned the car in a semi-circle, and backed into the stall next to the vacuum machine. The maneuver went unnoticed by the woman.

Ryan reached into his pocket and removed two quarters for the vacuum. As he stepped out of the car, he admired the tone of the woman’s skin. This, to him, was his most important victim. This would allow the game to begin. The game would fuel him to continue, and the continuance would assure him of his calculating nature.

They were wrong about me,
he thought as he placed the quarters in the machine.

As Ryan began to vacuum the car, Meghan turned and faced him for a split second. Her smile caused him a brief moment’s satisfaction. Satisfaction, in this form, was something that he cherished.

As she turned back toward the machine, he removed an eight inch long piece of tape, handcuffs, and a Tazer from the trunk. Quickly and fluidly, he approached Meghan from behind. As his hand cupped her mouth, he pulled one of her arms behind her back. With the tips of his fingers, he secured the tape over her mouth. The entire process took less than three seconds.

As Ryan pulled her other hand to her back, he secured the loose handcuff. Swiftly, he picked her from her feet, and took three long steps to the trunk of the car. Carefully lowering her in the trunk, he pulled the vacuum hose and placed it back into the retainer beside the machine.

Quickly, Ryan closed the trunk of the car and scanned the lot for any witnesses. Satisfied that there were no onlookers, he pushed his hands into the front pockets of his slacks, inhaled through his mouth, and smiled.

As Ryan exhaled through his nose, his lips formed a smirk. Content with his accomplishment, he pulled his hands from his pockets, opened the car door, and got in.

Ryan buckled his seat belt, shifted the car into gear, and slowly pulled from the lot. He drove away quite certain that there would be no one who could hear his new passenger. He had reinforced the trunk with sound deadening material and another inner layer of steel. The ten mile ride to his home would be unnerving to his new passenger, but would provide him no displeasure what so ever.

Ryan removed his coffee cup from the cup holder and took a long drink. As he turned the music volume up, he pressed his index finger to his eye, against the lid. His eye twitching bothered him. To him, it was a sign of weakness. A sign of nerves. A sign of incompetence.

As Ryan pressed his finger against his eye, his mind filled with wonder.

The thought of someone willingly forfeiting their life was fulfilling to him.

The real question was who?

Who would be
first
?

Incompetent?

Not in the least, he thought.

Not in the least.

CHAPTER THREE

QUADRUPLETS?

THREE.
Confused and scared, Meghan pressed her feet against the inner walls of the trunk. The trunk inner structure, regardless of where she pressed her feet, was solid. She shifted her body and pressed in the rearward corners, attempting to kick out a taillight. Again the feeling of reinforcement discouraged her.

This obviously wasn’t his first, she thought. Wonder filled her.
Why me? What does he plan to do? Will I ever see Amanda again?
The confusion turned to frustration and the frustration evolved into anger. She kicked harder.

And she began to cry.

She shifted to her side to relieve the pain in her arms. She had never been arrested, and at no time had ever been handcuffed. There was something about being bound that had always interested her, especially since her divorce from Mark. The darkness of the trunk began to sooth her. She closed her eyes, counted to three, and opened them again.

No difference.

She moved her arms, and found a position that was comfortable. As she attempted to pull her wrists apart, the metallic sound of the handcuffs reassured her that she not going to escape. She closed her eyes and became hypnotized by the repetitive sound of the car tires on the roadway beneath her.

Her thoughts moved from her current situation to her past. She began to think of her marriage, before Amanda was born. She and Mark were best friends that decided to marry. Based on their past experiences and love for each other, she had felt as if the marriage would last forever. She closed her eyes and recalled a time when they first moved in together as newlyweds.

They were having a talk about sex over breakfast. The home they had moved into was a in a nice neighborhood, and large enough for the family they had planned. The kitchen was large, and had an eating area at the end of the kitchen. Seated at the table, she had started a discussion with Mark about her sexual desires.

“Would you consider tying me up?” Meghan asked Mark.

“I guess I don’t understand why,” Mark responded with a look of confusion.

“I think it would be exciting,” Meghan stated.

“Exciting? What about being tied up is exciting?” Mark chuckled.

“I think I would like it. When I think about it, it makes me wet, Mark. It excites me. I really don’t know why,” she explained.

“No, I don’t think I’d like it. It’s about what we
both
like, you know. What we want to share, right?”

Slowly, she nodded.

“Anything else?” he asked.

She thought of Mark forcing himself on her, holding her down, and slapping her. The thought of it excited her greatly. She yearned to be taken, sexually. Forcefully assaulted, held down, called names, and slapped.

Against her will.

She knew, of course, she would be willing. The thought if her inner fantasies confused her. Since she was a teen, these thoughts were often recalled as she masturbated. The reason, to her, for the feeling of desire toward this forceful act was not clear. She rubbed her neck with her hand and responded.

“No, that’s it,” she responded as she stood from her chair.

“Don’t get mad and leave,” he said as she stood.

“I’m not mad. I’m finished,” she said as she turned her cereal bowl for him to see.

“Okay. I just don’t want you getting mad over this. It creeps me out to think about choking you, holding you down, or slapping you,” he squinted and slowly shook his head as he spoke.

“I understand. It was just a thought. You know, role play,” she said from the kitchen sink.

“Put on a school girl skirt, that’s role play,” he chuckled as he stood from his chair.

The thought of it made bile rise in her throat. Thinking of grown men fucking school girls wasn’t something that appealed to her. She stood at the sink and wondered why being raped or choked appealed to her so much. Frustrated, she rinsed her bowl and stepped from the sink.

“I’m going to go for a run,” she said as she walked past him.

He extended his arm and stopped her in mid stride. “You’re not disappointed?”

“No, not at all,” she lied.

“Okay, kiss me,” he pleaded as he puckered his lips in an exaggerated fashion.

She kissed his lips lightly and stepped around him. The disappointment was hard for her to hide. She wondered if she could live her entire life without having her true sexual wants, needs, desires, and fantasies fulfilled.

The rear of the car jolted, bringing Meghan from her relaxed daydreaming state. Although she opened her eyes, the darkness enveloped her. As the car jolted again, she blinked her eyes.

Speedbumps?

She shifted her weight on her hips, attempting to get more comfortable. As she twisted her torso, she realized she had become sexually aroused. Somewhat uncomfortable in her state of arousal, she twisted her hips, and attempted to roll onto her back.

Soaking. Wet.

As she felt the car slowly turn a corner, she gritted her teeth and clenched her jaw. By her calculations, she had been in the car for fifteen minutes or so. The entire time, she had allowed herself to be filled with sexual thoughts, and not of her daughter. As the guilt began to build, she felt the car come to a stop.

The sound of her breathing filled the trunk. There was virtually no transference of outside noise into the trunk. As the car pulled forward slowly, she blinked her eyes. She felt as if she could hear her heart beat.

Stopped again.

The vehicles engine was shut off.

She took a deep breath.

As she slowly exhaled, the trunk opened. She squinted at the introduction of light to the trunk. She blinked several times and looked into the eyes of her captor. A handsome man in his late twenties or early thirties stood over her and smiled a soft smile. She shifted he weight, pushed against the trunk floor with her elbow, and sat upright.

“My name is Ryan Capshaw. I have no reservations in telling you this. You can think about why later. I’m going to remove you from the trunk, and I will do so carefully. Please, for your safety, don’t resist. There’s nowhere for you to go, and escaping is not an option,” he spoke very clearly and with a soft voice.

She blinked her eyes and lay still.

“I will not remove the tape from your mouth until we are at our destination. Additionally, I will place a hood over your head before I remove you from the trunk. If you are going to participate in your relocation favorably, please blink your eyes twice.”

She blinked twice.

“To assure me that you understand, blink
once
again,” he asked softly.

She blinked once.

“Most excellent. I’m going to cover your head now. The sitting up, that was impressive. Most are incapable,” Ryan said as he motioned into the trunk with his index finger.

As Ryan gestured toward the trunk Meghan noticed the watch on his wrist. For a moment she focused on his left hand and the watch that was on his wrist.

Most are incapable
, she thought. This is not his first time doing this. She began to wonder about Amanda, and what she may be doing. The thought of her daughter being alone or with a stranger made her feel uneasy. She shifted her weight and looked up at Ryan. As his hand moved toward her head, she attempted to look at the face of his watch.

He pulled his arm from the trunk and squinted.

“The time? Are you concerned with the time? Or are you staring at something else?” Ryan asked as he quickly pulled his hand from in front of her face.

She nodded.

“Interesting. Certainly,” Ryan said as he rotated his wrist toward his face.

“Ten thirty sharp.
Now
, are you ready?” Ryan asked.

Meghan nodded again.

“Fabulous, here we go,” Ryan said as he placed the hood over her head.

Once again, darkness enveloped her. Meghan’s face now covered with the black hood, she could hear herself breathe. Each time she exhaled, the hot breath surrounded her face. Gently, his hands grasped her upper arms and began to pull her from the trunk.

“I’m going to carry you for a moment, don’t thrash around,” Ryan demanded as he lifted her from the trunk.

Meghan felt one arm around her shoulders and the other beneath her thighs. As he walked, she counted the steps.

Seven.

Stairs.

A door.

Twenty-two steps.

Another door.

Stairs.

Six steps.

He lowered her to the floor.

“Straighten your legs,” something about Ryan’s voice was calming. He spoke very clearly, concisely, and without hesitation in his voice.

As Meghan felt her feet touch the floor, she stood erect and straightened her shoulders. She felt his hands removing the hood. As the hood cleared her eyes, the dim light brightened the room enough for her to see.

Meghan heard faint voices in the rear of the room. Thoughts of what would be next began to fill her mind. As he folded the hood and placed it in his rear pocket, he looked at her and smiled. Slowly, his hand reached for her face.

“Loud noises tend to disturb me. I have faith that you’ll be quiet,” Ryan said as he removed the tape from her mouth in one swift pull.

Meghan looked around the large room and moved her lips freely, grateful that the tape had been removed.

“Turn for me, please. Face away from me,” Ryan said as he gestured with his hand toward her waist.

Slowly, and predictably, Meghan rotated. She felt his chest against her back as his left hand tightened around her neck. She could feel his hot breath on her neck as her cuffed hands were pulled away from her back.

“I’m going to remove your hand cuffs now, and we’ll have a short talk. Once again, I prefer this be without incident. Do you understand?” Ryan breathed into her ear.

Meghan nodded.

The feeling of Ryan’s hand on her neck relaxed her. As he reached for the cuffs, she exhaled and became limp against the hand around her neck.

As the handcuffs were removed, Meghan rotated her wrists, thankful for the freedom to move her arms freely again. A quick scan of the large room revealed nothing to her out of the ordinary. For all practical purposes, the room was empty. By her calculations and experiences it was approximately thirty feet wide and sixty feet long. Several doors were around the perimeter of the room, one of which was large and appeared to be steel.

Although Meghan could hear the voices beyond the steel door, she was unable to understand their conversations. As he released her throat from his grasp, she exhaled a sigh of disappointment.

Put your hand back
, she thought.

She turned and looked at Ryan with eyes of wonder. As he began to speak, she focused on his eyes. An odd shade of grey with very long eyelashes, she had never seen such eyes on a man.