Alyssa grunted into the rubber ball jammed between her teeth and shivered as the howling wind blasted her exposed skin. The scarf covering the lower half of her face didn’t fully protect her, leaving her face partially numb from the cold. The tears that she had been crying since her abduction had since froze on her face, and now she was furiously blinking her eyes in hopes that the tears wouldn’t freeze inside of her tear ducts or anything along those lines. The thought of it was almost scarier than her current position chained to a bench in a park.
She had been grabbed by a man an hour ago, walking back to her car after doing some shopping at the mall. Dressed in a red turtleneck sweater, leggings, long over the knee boots and a long black coat, she had dropped her several purchases in the back of her car, excited to get home and try on the new sweater and boots she had just bought. Closing the trunk and walking over to the driver's door, she didn’t pay any attention to the white van parked beside her and that turned out to be a big mistake. When her back was turned, the door slid open and she was grabbed, a hand covering her mouth to muffle her cry of surprise as she was hauled backwards and thrown into the van. Stunned from the impact on the metal floor, she was slow to react as her attacker jumped into the van after her, slamming the door behind him and stuffing a wad of cloth into her mouth.
Trapping her against the floor with his weight, strips of duct tape soon sealed her mouth shut, preventing her cries from reaching anyone outside of the van. She thrashed, and struggled, but her hands were easily gathered behind her and wrapped in duct tape. More tape was wrapped around her elbows, causing a lot of strain in her shoulders as she kicked her booted legs, knowing that she was being rendered helpless very quickly. Her kicking freedom didn’t last long, as more tape was wound around her boots at the knees and ankles. The final piece of her bondage was a collar buckled around her neck, with an attached chain padlocked to the floor to keep her in place.
Satisfied with her bondage, he patted her butt before climbing into the front and firing up the van. Alyssa could only rock side to side and moan as she was driven away. She tried to memorize the twists and turns, trying to push down the panic that was threatening to overwhelm her but soon there were too many and she had no idea where she had been driven.
After about half an hour, the van pulled to a stop and her captor climbed out of the front to walk back to where his pretty captive lay on the ground panting behind her gag. “Some last preparations my pretty.” He said with a grin as he flicked out a switchblade.
Alyssa’s eyes went wide at the appearance of the knife, screaming behind her gag but he didn’t threaten her with it. Instead he dug out a pair of snowpants from a box in the back of the van and sliced through the tape binding her legs. Undoing the zipper on the inside of one boot, he began sliding it off her leg before she started kicking to resist. Her attempted struggles didn’t last long though as the switchblade made an appearance in front of her face. “You continue doing that, I drive this through your neck, understood?”
Staring wide-eyed at the flash of metal, she nodded slowly and calmed down, allowing him to pull her boots off of her legs and tossing them aside. She gave a quiet whimper at the loss of an expensive pair of boots before he began pulling the snowpants up her legs. Zipping and buttoning them around her waist, he seemed satisfied with the black, puffy pants covering her legs. They were not something Alyssa would normally wear but she had bigger concerns as he reached behind him and grabbed a pair of grey Ugg boots with buttons on the side.
Alyssa hated Uggs, as comfy and warm as they were she hated the style and the way it looked. She grumbled a little as he forced them onto her feet. To her shock, they fit her perfectly. Several zipties then appeared in his hand, seemingly like magic, and he began methodically securing her unresisting legs. A set went around her new boots, disappearing into the fabric as he pulled it tight. Additional zipties around her calves, above and below her knees, and her thighs welded her legs into a single, useless limb. The puffiness of her pants meant that the zipties, secured sadistically tight, sank into the fabric and vanished from sight so anyone who looked at her would have no idea that her legs were bound.
Next, she was rolled onto her stomach and the tape binding her wrists was cut. The jingle of chains caused her to look behind her as a pair of handcuffs were ratcheted around her wrists. The sleeves of her sweater gave her some protection from the cold metal, but it still dug into her flesh as her elbow bonds were also replaced with cold metal. The buckle of the collar was undone, allowing Alyssa to sit up and see the red rubber ball on a strap that he was holding in his hand. Alyssa had been around the internet enough to know that he held a ballgag and she shook her head pleadingly as he tore the tape off her mouth and fished out the cloth. “No please I’ll be quie-MMMPH!”
Her pleas were cut off as the rubber sphere was shoved between her teeth, the straps digging into her cheeks as they are pulled behind her under her long hair and buckled tightly at the back of her neck. It caused her jaw to ache as she shook her head, trying to adjust to the new feeling. The gag distracted her from seeing the coat that he pulled out next. She noticed as he draped it around her, covering her bound hands, that the sleeves were stuck inside of the pockets as it was zipped up to her neck. A scarf was added next, wrapping around her lower face to cover the ballgag before he stepped back and admired his prepared captive. “Excellent, now you’re ready for what I have planned.”
Given how she was dressed, Alyssa was dreading what was happening as he opened up the door and dragged his captive out of the van before throwing her over his shoulder. With wide eyes, Alyssa realizes that she had been driven to a park on the edge of the city. One of the large ones, with a large pond in the middle. On a cold winter day like this with snow blowing hard enough to be horizontal, the park was completely deserted as she was carried off. No one was around to witness the bizarre scene as he carried her further into the park.
Setting her down on a bench, he pulled a pair of cuffs from his coat pocket. One pair went around her boots, the thickness of the Uggs effectively hiding the metal shackles as the chain was wrapped around the leg of the bench, locking her feet in place. The second pair was threaded through one of the gaps in the bench and locked around her wrists, chaining Alyssa to the bench with two anchor points now. “This is where I leave you.” Her sadistic captor spoke in her ear. “Maybe someone will come to free you, maybe not.”
Ignoring her screams of shock and horror, he stepped back and took out his phone to snap a picture of her. Showing her the screen with a grin, Alyssa froze in shock as she realized she didn’t look helpless at all, she just looked like someone who was sitting on the bench shivering in the cold. Pocketing the phone, he put his hands in his pockets and strode off, whistling in the wind. Alyssa watched his back helplessly until the blowing snow completely obscured him, leaving her trapped on the bench.
That had been an hour ago and there was no hope in sight as she strained at the cuffs and zipties holding her prisoner. One man did walk through the park, giving Alyssa a strange look as she screamed into her gag for all she was worth but the blowing wind drowned out her muffled cries. Watching the man walk out of sight, she finally broke down, the tears flowing freely as she pulled for the umpteenth time at the cuffs holding her to the bench, knowing that soon those tears would also freeze against her cheeks, and that she might not be freed before she freezes in the blowing snow.