Seduction: The Story of M (3 page)

“You have been very good this evening
, Precious. I am so proud of you for letting your body experience the pleasure I have long awaited to give you.” He was sliding my panties back around my ankle. “Sit up, my dear, and let’s get you dressed.” He offered me his hand.

My mind was a bit foggy from the medication but nonetheless it was spinning
with questions.
Why a man would abduct a woman, force her to receive pleasure and not seek his own? What did he mean long awaited?

He finished helping me with my bra and stood next to me as I sat on the table, my knees hanging over the edge. He was stroking my hair softly as he leaned his head onto mine and smelled my hair. “I hope that you believe that I truly mean you no harm, my precious little flower.” He kissed the top of my head and for some reason I nodded in agreement with my hands folded in my lap. “Good girl,” he said stroking my hair once more before collecting his utensils and putting them all in a zip lock bag.

He walked over to his workbench and put all of his things back into his duffel bag, including the samples he took from me, keeping an eye on me the whole time. When he finished with his things, he came back over by me, standing between my thighs and put his arms under mine.

He hugged me tightly to him, pulling me from the table. My hands rested on the top of his shoulders until my feet touched the cold cement floor and then I pulled them from him quickly and straightened my scrunched up skirt. I felt his hands on my bare shoulders, turning me to face
him, while he looked down at me.

“Princess?” h
is voice was inquisitive and I knew he wanted me to look into his eyes.

I turned my face up and my eyes met wi
th his, a blank expression on my face.

“I want you to get a good night sleep now. Do you understand?” his eyes were boring into mine
. It made me nervous but I nodded my head. “Very good, precious, let me show you where you will be sleeping this evening.”

He took hold of my right arm and started to pull, encouraging me to follow him. Panic welled up inside of me and I didn’t want to follow his lead as he insisted on pulling me along
, tightening his grip.

 
“Come on, Princess, it’s getting very late now. I really must be going.” His grip slipped from my arm down to my wrist, and he held it tightly. He turned on a little flashlight as he led me away from the workbench and the exam table into the darkness of another area of the basement. I started to cry, realizing that he wasn’t going to let me go.

We reached an old looking wooden door, with a shiny new padlock attached to it.
“Stay put,” he ordered me as he reached into his pants pocket retrieving the key and unlocking the padlock. He swung the heavy door open.  The room was black. He used the flashlight to see, while pulling me into the room with him, turning on a small table lamp.

The room was very small, but in the corner sat an old television on a stand with some books and VHS tapes on the second shelf. On the opposite wall was a
rollaway bed neatly made with a blue spread and a single pillow. A nightstand rested next to the bed with the lamp.

He pulled on my wrist and walked to the bed, sitting down on it and encouraging me to sit as well. I wanted to pull away from him and try making a run for it, but I knew I would never make it out. I sat on the bed with him noticing a five-gallon bucket near the wall opposite the bed. The walls were made of cement blocks and painted in the same gray color as the stairs we came down. The room smelled old and musty.

 “Please just let me go. I promise not to tell anyone,” I begged. My voice was soft and my eye’s pleading.

“
Shh, it will be okay, my dear, you only have to spend a little while here. There is bottled water on the shelf over there along with some snacks.” He pointed at the shelf on the wall near the television. “I know it’s not much to look at but you will be comfortable in here until I get back.”

He squeezed my shoulder and kissed the top of my head hard as he started to stand up. There were tears in my eyes as he looked down at me sitting on the bed in my bra and skirt. “Awe, princess please don’t cry, it will be okay
. 
Trust me
, I promise I will be back as soon as I can.”

He walked over to the shelf and retrieved a bottle of water. He offered it to me as he stood in front of me, holding out the
water in one hand and digging in his front pocket with the other.

I took the water from his hand and held it in my lap.

He pulled out that little bottle of pills and opened them, holding one out in his palm as he had with the first one. “Take it, my dear. I want to assure that you rest while I am gone.”

I took the pill from his hand and placed
its bitterness onto my tongue and then opened the water, drinking half of it.

He squatted down in front of me while his hands softly roamed my hips and thighs. He took the water from me and set it on the table with the lamp, and then pulled my hands into his while he looked into my face.

“Oh, my beautiful little princess, I can only imagine how you must feel right now. You are a scared little rabbit aren’t you? You want to go home, debate on whether or not to call the police, but feel a little perplexed on how to relate the story?” He chuckled sliding his hand up my left arm and onto my trembling shoulder as he stood up. “Lie down, precious, please, and get some rest while I’m gone.” He nudged me to lay back.

I pulled my feet up on the bed and laid my head on the pillow, turning on my side and drawing my knees up into myself somewhat, placing one hand under my warm flushed cheek. He pulled what he could of the blanket around my legs and mid section and then sat on the bed and started to softly stroke my hair.

“That’s a good girl.” He said softly, while he continued to caress his fingers through my long red hair, then my shoulder and my back. “Close your eyes, my dear.” He whispered.

I complied as a tear fell from th
e corner of my eye onto my nose. He sat there rubbing my arm and shoulder softly, the medication making me sleepy.

Chapter
2: Day one, the move.

When I woke up, he was gone. I looked at the water on the nightstand next to the lamp as I pulled myself upright, swinging my feet over the edge of the bed. I looked at the bucket and knew this was my only means for relief. I yawned and stretched my arms feeling groggy from the effects of a medication I was not used to taking. I washed the ill taste out of my mouth with the water, then got up and peed awkwardly in the bucket, never having had to relieve myself this way before.

I felt like I had a hangover as I sat back down on the bed
. I rubbed my face and smoothed out my hair while I tried to collect my thoughts and wake up more fully. I pulled my wrist up to look at my watch, but it was no longer there.  I sighed mournfully and lay back onto the bed, staring up at the gray painted ceiling. I wondered if my purse was still in the alley where it fell off my arm, as I was forced into this wretched place.
Why had he taken my watch, and what was the purpose of the vaginal exam?

 
“Fuck,” I said, in frustration.

 
I pulled the blanket up around my bare shoulders and rolled onto my side staring at the bucket I had just peed in. I felt trapped in a bad dream and that, my only hope was to wake up and realize I was at home and that this was all just a nightmare, but I knew that wasn’t going to happen.

I sat back up, pulling the blanket
with me. I scooted myself off the end of the rollaway and turned on the television hoping that it worked. The picture came in snowy and fuzzy at first creating an added flicker of light into the room. The sound came through clear but the picture remained mostly fuzzy. I turned the old mechanical dial on the set, hoping for a channel with a better picture on it. Local channel seven seemed to come in the clearest.

I sat on the floor in front of the television and started to read the titles of the books on the shelf below
. One of the morning talk shows was playing and I knew it had to be around 10:00 am. I looked for titles on the VHS tapes but they were all just blank. I looked for the VCR but there wasn’t one, so I listened to the talk show as I got up and took another bottle of water from the shelf, along with a small package of trail mix. I sat back down on the bed and nibbled at it.

I played out scenarios in my head of what would become of me when he came back. It occurred to me, that he
had not raped me the night before only because he wasn’t sure if I had any diseases. My hands became cold and clammy as my mind raced with the possibilities of him coming back, raping me violently on that table. Another possibility was that he might hold me hostage for as long as he wanted and use me anytime he wanted a thrill.

I looked over at the door, and noticed the handle had been removed. I got up and tried to peer out of the hole but it was too dark to see anything. I put my finger into the hole and tried pulling and pushing on the door hoping that perhaps he had left it open and this nightmare was over, bu
t I knew it would be padlocked.  And it was.

My stomach filled with dread as I turned
.  I wrapped myself in the blanket and slumped back up against the door on the cold cement floor. I remembered hearing a news story about a man who had kidnapped a woman my age and held her hostage for over five years, using her body for his pleasure, raping her anytime he felt like it, while he kept her locked up in his basement. I had a dreaded feeling that this, too, was to be my fate.  I sobbed, using the blanket to wipe my nose.

I kept track of the time by when one program ended and another started. I stopped crying for brief periods telling myself that eventually there would be an opportunity for me to escape
. But as I searched for such opportunities, it didn’t seem as likely, and I would start crying again. I sat there for three hours listening to the sound of my sobs, my fears welling up inside of me, causing my body to shake and tremble at times.

I heard the heavy metal door from upstairs open and then bang shut loudly. My heart started to race, knowing he was back. I pulled myself from the floor and went back to sitting on the bed listening c
arefully as he unlocked the padlock and slowly pushed the door open. His face once again covered in the mask and his bright eyes beaming from behind it. He wore a long sleeved white button up shirt, the same kind of pants he wore last night and the same boots. He had a paper bag in one hand, which he set on the floor near the bed as he sat down next to me.

“I hope you slept well,
Princess,” he said.  He reached for my hair as I tightened my hold on the blanket and wrapped myself tighter in it. “I have some good news, my dear. All of the lab tests came back great. This means you get to get out of here today.” He was still petting my hair, and I could feel my insides churning.

“I brought you some food if you’re hungry.” He reached for the paper bag on the floor.

“I’m not,” I said coldly, looking at the half open door and wondering if I shouldn’t at least make an attempt to run.

“Alright then, suit yourself.” He got up, walked to the door and grabbed something from just outside the door. It was the duffel bag from last night. “I think it best if we get going now then.”

 He pulled a black silky looking bag from the duffel, along with a nice looking white short-sleeved button up. He put the shirt in my lap and told me to put it on. He watched intently as I buttoned it fully.

“I’m sorry that I must cover your pretty face
, my dear, it really is for the best this way.” He motioned for me to lower my head.

I did so with great reluctance, while he put the silky black bag over my head, securing it with some sort of thin rope. The material was very thick and my breath was already making it very warm under the cloth.

He traced my shoulders with his fingertips, and then lowered them to my breasts tracing the bottom-rounded area of them. I flinched not wanting him to touch me.

He lightly caressed his way to my hands and then held one of them in his. I heard him going through his duffel bag again.
 “I’m going to cuff your wrists now, my dear.”

I felt a soft padded material on my wrist, and listened to him fasten what felt like a leather cuff. My insides churned and my stomach felt queasy. He did the same with my other wrist and then held the two together while he locked them.

“Stay put for a moment, Precious.”

He stroked my long red hair fully pulling it down around my back, and I felt him leave the bed. I could hear him turning off the television and zipping up his duffel bag. He took hold of my left arm.

“Up we go, Precious.” He pulled, helping me to my feet. He held my arm firmly while we walked, my bare feet collecting the dirt and grit from the floor. I was disoriented from not being able to see where I was going.  He slid his arm in around my waist. “We’re at the stairs my dear, tread carefully.”

I counted the thirty-two steps it took to reach the big metal door as my left hand scaled the peeling gray paint on the handrail. I could smell the fresh air even through the thick black material as he opened the door. We took about twelve steps a
nd I heard him open a car door.

“Watch your step
, dear. It’s time to get into the car.”

He guided and helped me into what I presumed to be the back seat and closed the door. It took him a couple of minutes and then I heard another door open, the weight of the car shifted as he got in
. Then the door slammed shut as he started the car. I could smell his cologne and moved to the opposite side of the car near the window. 

It must have been well over an hour of driving and he
did not say a word. I sat silently as close to the door as I could, leaning my shoulder against it, the sound of soft music playing on the radio. I should be terrified right now and crying, but such was not the case. I was more angry than scared. And I really felt like I was going to be the next victim talked about on the news.  And if such were the case, I wanted it to be over sooner rather than later.  After another hour or so had past, he asked me if I was doing okay.

“I’m doing just fine for someone
who has just been kidnapped,” I barked behind the thick cloth, wanting him to notice my sarcasm.

 
I heard him sigh heavily and then he turned up the elevator music. I thought of trying to get this hood off my face, but I could feel his eyes peering at me in the review mirror.

The car came to a stop and he shut it off. I listened as he moved, turning to face me as he leaned over the back seat. He
removed the dark hood from my face. I squinted as the light hit my eyes. He no longer had his mask on.

I looked into the face of my abductor for the first time.
His thick salt and pepper hair cut short.  His eyebrows were full and slightly bushy looking, his nose held a slender slope, and I could see from the wear on his shaved face he was in his mid forties. His bright sky blue eyes accentuated his whole face.

 
“When we get out of the car, I will put a sweater over the cuffs around your wrists. If you attempt to run, I promise you that you
will
regret it. Do you understand me, Princess?” He held my face in his right hand firmly, awaiting my answer.

 
I looked past him out the window to see a large hotel, but I couldn’t see the name, and it appeared he had parked in the back. I nodded my head stiffly and he let go of my face. He pulled a black sweater from the front seat and draped it in between my cuffed wrists, making it look like I was carrying the sweater. Then he held out a pair of white summer sandals and dropped them to the floor near my feet.

“Slip those on
, my dear.” He kept looking at my face while I slipped each of my feet into the sandals. “I’m getting out now. After I help you out I expect you to keep your eyes down and not look at anyone while we go upstairs. Do you understand me, Precious?” He was opening his door, not really worried about my answer.

He opened the back door and took hold of my arm, helping me out of the car. He hooked his arm into mine as we walked to the building, telling me to keep my eyes down. He opened the door to a hallway that led up a set of stairs. We walked up six flights of stairs each with fourteen steps before going through the door leading to his room. I noticed a couple at the far end of the hallway waiting on the elevator.

“Eyes
down
, Princess,” he squeezed my arm harshly.

 
I cast my eyes to the pink and gray thinly worn carpet, watching each step my feet took in the white sandals. I could sense his nervousness as he picked up the pace. I’m sure he didn’t want people to see us together. He slowed down as we reached room 618 at the farthest end of the corridor. He slid his keycard into the door and I heard it click. 

He kept a tight grip on my arm as we entered the room. He barred the door once we were both inside, and let go of me.

The suite was enormous. There was a full kitchen, a very large dining room and two closed doors leading to what I assumed to be bedrooms. There was a large flat screen television in both the open kitchen area and the dining room area. The rooms were quite decadent in decor. A large table outside of the kitchen area all nicely polished, with four matching chairs, a beautiful bouquet of flowers on a handcrafted doily in middle of the table. Beyond that, a large open area where the television was, a large leather sofa with luxurious throw pillows on each end, and glass coffee table with a couple of books on it.

The carpet throughout was thick and plush and a brownish red color to match the room. A very nice bar
was set up in the corner opposite of the leather sofa, with a smaller round table near the windows and two matching chairs. The thick, heavy maroon curtains, drawn shut, gave the room a late afternoon appearance.

This suite must be very expensive
, I thought as he guided me over to the leather sofa and motioned for me to take a seat. He sat close to me as he pulled the sweater from between my wrists.  He reached into his shirt pocket retrieving a small key. He unlocked the little gold padlock that held the leather cuffs together and my hands were finally free. He started to unfasten the cuffs and remove them, setting them on the glass table in front of us.

“Now, let’s get you into somet
hing a little more comfortable, shall we?” His lips turning up into a half smile.

He reached under the sofa, pulling out a white leather collar, attached to the collar was a gold padlock just like the one on the cuffs, and a long gold chain, the end of which remained hidden under the sofa. Using the same key as for the cuffs, he opened the lock on the collar and spread it open as he moved it to my neck fastened it and then clasped the padlock shut.

I glared at him as he pulled a few hairs from beneath the collar and then brushed my bangs from my eyes. His eyes looked admiringly at me as I sat there with a rather irate look on my face, my hands folded in my lap. The weight of the chain pulled at the collar around my neck and I looked down the length of the chain to my feet. I wondered if this was how a dog felt when people brought them home from the pound for the first time.

“What’s the matter
, dear, don’t you like your surroundings?” He was trailing his fingers through my hair, I winced as his fingers caught in a tangle and he pulled through it anyway.