For what had to be the millionth time, Susan tugged against the ropes which lashed her to the heavy wooden chair. She winced, giving a quiet sob through the thick band of cloth which was tied between her lips, silencing the teenage girl. Every twist and pull set the rough, scratchy rope sawing against the sensitive skin of her wrists and ankles, already rubbed raw from her struggles. Yet her bondage was uncomfortable enough sitting still was not an option. She wanted to be freed so badly, yet it seemed so impossible.
It was hard to believe less then 24 hours ago, she’d been happy and carefree, out for an evening of fun with her friends. She’d never seen the van coming. One second, Susan had been walking down the sidewalk, the next she was dragged inside as the van sped away. She’d struggled, but the burly kidnapper who’d grabbed her had been too strong. In no time, he’d gotten her hands and feet tied and stuffed a rag in her mouth to silence her screams for help.
After tying another across her lips to keep her gag in place, he’d gone to sit up front with the other kidnapper who was driving, leaving the teen to squirm in the back and sob with fright. Never in her darkness nightmares had she imagined this sort of thing could happen to her. Sure, her parents had money and plenty of it, but Susan never thought that might make her a target for kidnapping.
They must have left the city, maybe even the state, given how long the van drove for. Or maybe it just drove in circles. Squirming and struggling in the back, Susan couldn’t know either way. When at last they arrived, the burly kidnapper had picked the teen up, threw her over his shoulder. She got a brief glimpse of the outside world: thick woods crowding all around and a run down, abandoned house overgrown with plants in the few seconds before she was carried inside to a dark, musty room. There, she was set down in the chair and lashed tight.
Once they’d ensured their hostage wasn’t going anywhere, the kidnappers snapped a few pictures of her for the ransom demand. They’d then left her to struggle and sob, while they sent them off to her father. Every so often, one would poke his head in, just to make sure she hadn’t, somehow, gotten loose, but beyond that she was ignored.
But just then, as the door of her prisoner opened and both kidnappers came in, she knew that was no longer the case. When the kidnappers started talking, Susandecided she rather preferred being ignored. “Your father hasn’t paid up yet.” The shorter kidnapper, the one who’d been driving the van, sneered at the captive teen. “Too bad for you. I think he might need some more encouragement. Maybe the sight of his little girl buck naked and bent over a table ready to get her holes ravaged will encourage him to cough up before his poor daughter gets raped...well, raped even more.”
The other man chuckled evilly. “Finally. I don’t think I could wait any longer, watching this pretty bitch squirm and struggle. Tell you the truth, I’m glad daddy didn’t pay up. This way, we get to have our fun before getting paid.”
Susan sobbed, struggling against the ropes as the two man came closer to her. She shook her head, grunting pleas into her gag but she could see it would do no good. There was nothing she could say, even if she hadn’t been gagged, that could stop these two men from doing what they were about to.
Just then, the door to the room burst open again, with a loud clatter as the rickety old door was knocked off one of its hinges and swumg bent from the other. With the two kidnappers looming over her, blocking her sight, Susan didn’t see anything at first, but she did see the faces of the two men stiffen into masks of shock and pain as a crackling sound filled the room. They tottered a second and fell over, crashing to the floor. As they didn’t Susan could see the trailing wires from the Taser which had dropped them.
Holding the stun gun was a tall, stern looking blonde woman dressed in a sharp business suit and shades. She raised the gun again and pulled the trigger, sending another jolt through the wires. The two men jerked, but did not move. Satisfied, she raised a finger to her ear. “Kidnappers are down...I have eyes on the VIP, securing her now.” She said in a brusque, business-like tone. She entered the room, stepping over the unconscious goons. In a softer voice, she addressed Susan. “Don’t worry, I’m a private security consultant. Your father hired me to rescue you.” She smiled as she began to undo the knots. “Just think of me as your own guardian angel…”