It had been a very hectic morning at the office for DA Sarah Levington. Late the previous night, a very dishevelled girl had arrived at the door to her office. Sarah had been staying late with Diana, her special assistant, working on a case when there had been a furious knocking on her door. Diana had opened it to find a blonde girl standing there, couldn’t be more than 20, in a tshirt, shorts, and nothing else. She’d practically fallen into the room and after some water and calming down, they’d finally dragged the story out of her.
Her name was Autumn Katz, a girl that Sarah recognized from a disappearance case two years ago. She told them she had been kidnapped for slavery while out on a town one night for a friend’s 18th birthday and had been kept bound and gagged and trained until she was eventually sold for auction. The only man she recognized while being moved around the training facility was Robert Scott, a successful businessman with suspected ties to criminal organizations. She also knew the man who had purchased her as a slave, Jacob Bradley, a real estate mogul. Sarah practically dropped her ongoing case on the spot and quickly made some calls.
The public defender ordered Diana to escort Autumn to a location to meet with one of their trusted police contacts who had been previously instructed to prepare a safe house for a situation such as this. They were to tell no one, Sarah had been desperate to get something on these men but there had been no solid proof for years. All of their leads mysteriously vanished whenever something emerged and now she finally had one in her hands.
After sending her assistant and Autumn off, she had called up all the information she had on Robert and Jacob, pouring over information for another two hours before finally packing things in. Diana hadn’t come into work the next morning, which Sarah figured was her staying to watch over their new star witness and she had been instructed to switch off her phone. The location of the safe house was known to her, so she would go check up on it after work today.
Looking as though she was still buried in yesterday’s case, Sarah furiously worked on this new lead until it was lunchtime. She hadn’t slept well last night, and knew she had to get some food and a walk would do her some good for fresh air. Clad in her typical outfit of a grey skirt suit, blouse, stockings, and black knee high leather boots, she stepped outside into the October weather and headed down the street towards her favourite Thai place that she frequented for lunch.
She’d barely gotten halfway down the street when a man stepped away from a building entrance and settled into step beside her. “Ms. Sarah Levington?”
Sarah didn’t stop walking. “Yes?”
“You’re going to do exactly what I say.” He said as he wrapped an arm over her shoulder in a casual manner while something round and hard dug into her side.
She came to an abrupt halt, looking down to see the silenced pistol he held under his coat that was now digging into her ribs. “What is the meaning of this?” She asked sharply.
“Robert Scott sends his regards.” His voice was even yet menacing. “We’re going to go for a walk to the parking garage down the street. If you say a word to anyone or try to warn someone, I will kill everyone in sight and then you. Understood?”
Sarah felt her stomach drop through the floor. She was going to be kidnapped in broad daylight, with the public all around her, and there was nothing she could do. Feeling like her mind was on autopilot, she walked down the street past many of her colleagues and coworkers who acknowledged her but kept on walking, until she was in the stairwell of the parking garage. Three floors down in the less busy part of the garage there was a nondescript grey van waiting. Sarah wasn’t sure what was louder, the sound of her boot heels on the pavement or her pounding heart as they walked towards the van which had its side door open. The man finally took his arm off of her and shoved her forward. “Get in.”
Sarah stumbled, glancing back at the pistol now aimed directly at her and turned back towards the van. Cold sweat chilled her back as each step seemed harder and harder until she finally reached the door and another black clad man inside grabbed her wrist and pulled her inside. It was just like every ‘kidnap van’ she had read about. Empty inside, rings built into the floor and walls, coils of rope, tape, and other restraints hung from hooks while a bin strapped to the front of the cargo area was open to reveal more severe bondage gear. She gulped, but no argument was available when they shoved her down onto the cold metal floor and coils of rope appeared in their hands.
The men were quick and efficient. She’d only ever been tied up once by an old boyfriend and even though his work was amateur and she’d escaped it easily, the feeling of helplessness was something she absolutely hated. Now she was getting a crash course in real bondage and that helplessness was threatening to overwhelm her. Her wrists and elbows were tied and cinched, causing her shoulders to be pulled back and her breasts thrust out. More rope was tied around her chest in a harness above and below her breasts to ensure she had no leverage. Her legs were bound at the ankles, knees, and thighs. Thankfully her boots provided protection but as she squirmed, she could hear the leather squeak and knew there was no getting out of these knots. Her legs were then brought up so her boot heels rested against her butt and a short rope was tied to connect her wrists to her ankles leaving her in a strict hogtie.
To complete her bondage, a blue ballgag on a leather strap was brought up to her mouth. She recognized the type of gag from some of her past cases involving kidnappings and gear found in the cars of kidnappers, but she had never seen it in person and now she was about to get a first hand experience into how effective they were. A leather collar was then buckled around her neck and locked with a short length of chain to the floor so she could barely lift her head.
Now completely helpless, the man who kidnapped her brought up an iPad and initiated a video call. Someone on the other end picked up and flipped the camera around to reveal three bound and gagged women seated in chairs. Sarah sobbed into her gag at the sight. From left to right was her special assistant Diana, then Autumn, and finally Detective Mariah Thompson. All three were dressed in casual clothes, Autumn in a white top, denim skirt, and brown knee boots, Autumn in what were probably clothes Mariah brought being jeans, combat boots, and a grey tank top, and Mariah in Doc Martens, jeans, a black top, and a black leather jacket. All were bound identically with their arms bound to the sides of the chair, multiple coils of rope wrapped around their chests, waists, and thighs to keep them pinned to the chair and their legs spread, each ankle bound to a chair leg. White ballgags filled each of their mouths and they were all struggling as hard as they could, desperate to escape their bondage and whatever fate awaited them afterwards. All three sets of eyes went wide as the iPad on the other end of the call was flipped around to show the bound and gagged Sarah. “Guess the gang will be back together again soon!” The man said cheerfully before ending the call.
Sarah could only lay her head on the cold metal and sob, knowing how much trouble they were now in. “She the only pickup here? Boss is desperate to get this back under wraps.” The second man asked as he climbed into the front seat.
“Her assistant said no one would be told, but we’ll interrogate her when we’re back. Let’s get going.”
With the bound and gagged public defender in the back of the van, the vehicle drove up to the busy street and took off, whisking away DA Sarah Levington.