Chapter One: Beginning the Process
Rose rode in the back of her abductor's vehicle for what seemed like
forever. She noticed that, occasionally, he would open the window partially to
smoke a cigarette. She could smell the smoke and the outside air. She noticed
that the air eventually began to smell less like the city and more like the
country. It had that outdoors quality to it.
Sometime during the night, the man pulled over into a gas station to
fill the tank. No matter how she tried, Rose couldn't squirm enough to move the
blanket off of her, or make enough noise to be heard outside of the Blazer. She
thought about trying to slip her wrists out of the cuffs like she saw people do
sometimes on television, but it was no use, he had secured them tightly on her
wrists. Eventually, he finished gassing up and paying the attendant and they
were again on their way to where ever they were going.
After what Rose guessed to be an hour or so, the Blazer made a turn and
the road got really rough. It seemed the tires were dipping frequently and the
whole vehicle would tilt to one side or another on occasion.
After a few more minutes the vehicle came to a stop. Rose heard the man
get out of the vehicle and a few seconds later, the back hatch was opened. He
pulled the blanket off of her, but immediately put that damned flashlight back
in her face. She couldn't see enough of him to tell who he was or even if she
knew him. She didn't think he had the mask she had seen him wearing on anymore,
though. He grabbed her by the arm and told her to get out. In a few seconds, she
was standing at the rear of the vehicle next to her abductor. He gave her a hard
push and she fell backwards on her ass.
"You don't stand up anymore. You either sit or kneel, depending on what
I say. Do you understand, Rose?" He asked her roughly.
Rose's only response was to look up at him sharply with a fuck you very
much look on her face.
The man took a step forward and put his foot on her throat, pushing her
backwards against the dirt she in which she was sitting. He began to apply
pressure to her throat with his boot.
"I asked you a question, slut girl. Do you understand what I said?" The
man asked her again, even more roughly than before.
Rose nodded, fearfully, almost imperceptibly, as much as she could under
his boot. He held it there for a few seconds longer, and then took his foot off
her throat. He flipped off the flashlight and reached down and dragged her to
her knees by her hair. She winced in pain and made some kind of whimpering
noise; not that he cared. Having her on her knees served a practical purpose for
right now.
"I suggest you piss." Richard said. "You won't have another opportunity
until tomorrow morning."
Rose looked up at her captor and instant recognition flashed across her
face. Her pure shock made Richard laugh out loud.
"That's right, Rose. It's me, Richard. Don't look so surprised. I figured
you would expect someone to put your smart, smug ass in its place eventually."
Rose made a noise, as if trying to say something. Richard wouldn't give
her the pleasure of speaking just yet. Instead, he repeated his advisory for her
to empty her bladder now, because if she didn't do it now, she would have to
wait at least six hours.
Despite the embarrassment of having this man standing over her naked body
and watching her, Rose pissed in the dirt right there at the back of his Blazer.
Some of the warm liquid ran down her thigh to her knee. She could feel it making
a small, warm pool there. She thought about how disgusting that was and shivered
a little in revulsion. She didn't even like it when her pee got on her hand when
she went to wipe herself. She had to wash herself immediately if that ever
happened.
"Good girl. Don't make me repeat things. You won't like that very much."
She looked up at him again and nodded a little. She looked around to take
in her surroundings as best as she could. The Blazer's lights were still on and
the back hatch was still open, so there were a couple of sources of light for
her to see in the gloom.
They were in the woods, at the end of a rough dirt road. The Blazer was
parked in front of a small wooden shack. To one side of the shack was a simple
dog pen made of chain fencing. It was about four feet wide and tall and about
six feet long, by Rose's estimate. Not that she had ever had to estimate the
dimensions of a dog pen before. Rose didn't care for dogs much. They stunk and
they were loud and they drunk out of the toilet. On the other side of the shack
was a small shed, presumably for the keeping of tools and such.
As Rose continued to look around, she noticed there were no visible street
lights, no city lights of any kind and she couldn't hear any cars or animals.
She knew with some degree of fear that they were out in the middle of nowhere.
Richard had probably picked this place so she could scream and no one would
hear. Her heart sank. Maybe he was planning to kill her later. She never thought
little Richard, the chess club geek, could be capable of killing anyone.
Richard had grown, though, she noticed as he was unpacking his duffel bag
and another bag from the Blazer and taking them into the cabin. He had put on
probably thirty pounds since she had seen him last. He was not fat, but trim. A
little taller, she thought, too, but her perspective from the ground was a
little distorted. His almost black hair was cut short, not shaggy like it was in
high school.
She noticed a light come on in the cabin, but it didn't look like a light
from a bulb. Soon after, Richard reappeared in the doorway holding a lantern. He
walked to the Blazer and turned off the light, and then came to the back of the
vehicle and closed the back hatch, plunging the whole area into darkness, except
for the light coming from the lantern. Rose was suddenly afraid, more afraid
than she had been to this point. She was alone, except for this man that could
kill her or do whatever he wanted with her. She was in the middle of nowhere. No
one would hear her screaming. No one would find her body for months, if ever.
Tears suddenly rolled down her cheeks as she sobbed softly.
Richard took no notice of her tears. He grabbed her by the hair again and
pulled her back onto her ass. She was now sitting in the cooling puddle of her
own urine. She was vaguely disgusted, but not for long. Richard pulled a knife
from his belt and Rose shrieked behind her duct tape gag. He was going to kill
her! He reached down between her ankles and cut the duct tape holding them
together. Rose kicked out at him and her foot hit him squarely in the chest. He
fell backwards in the dirt on his butt.
"What did you do that for?" He asked. "You got my pants all dirty."
He got up off the ground and crouched back in front of her. She tried
kicking out at him again, but he grabbed her ankle in his free hand. With the
other hand, he turned the knife over so that the handle was facing her. He
thumped her right on the tip of her nose with the solid handle of the knife.
It hurt like hell! Rose fell back and tried to grab at her stinging nose.
Her eyes filled with tears and she could feel warm blood running down the sides
of her face. She laid there and tried to clear her vision and let the pain go
away.
"Don't do that again." Richard said, very calmly. "The nicer you are to
me, the nicer I will be to you. If you hurt me, I will hurt you worse. If you
try to run away, I will find you and punish you. If you do not do exactly as I
say, I will beat you and then punish you. Like I told you back at school, your
life is about to take a change. It should be a good change, but it can go very
badly for you if you don't cooperate. One way or another, the outcome is going
to be the same. You're going to learn to be a good little slut girl by the time
this is all over."
Slut girl, Rose cried out in her head. Who does he think he is? And who
does he think I am? That rat bastard! I'm not a slut. I'm a very good girl!
"Anyway, stinky girl, it's late and I want to go to bed. Let's get you put
away, shall we?"
She wondered what he meant. She would find out soon. He took her by the
hair and pulled her to her feet. He walked her to the dog pen and pulled her
back to the ground again, all the way to her belly this time. He held her down
with his foot while he rummaged in his pocket and took out a ring of keys. He
unlocked a padlock on a chain holding the dog pen door closed. He pulled back
the latch and swung the door open and looked down at Rose.
"Crawl your ass in there, slut." He said, taking his foot off her back.
She looked at him, then at the dirty cage in which he wanted her to enter.
She looked back at him as if he must be kidding. She could see he was not.
Sighing, Richard took the knife out again and turned it over in his hand.
Rose was up on her knees immediately and crawling into the cage. Richard smiled
at her and put the knife away. He closed the gate behind her, threw the latch
and locked the padlock on the chain holding the cage door closed. He then picked
up the lantern and walked into the cabin, leaving her there, alone.
There Rose was, in a dirt floored dog cage, her hands cuffed behind her
back, her mouth duct taped closed. She was covered in her own piss and blood as
well as caked with dirt and mud. Her nose still ached as did her wrists from the
cuffs. She could smell herself, too. She stunk of her piss. She wanted to gag,
but if she threw up, she knew she would wither drown in it or have to swallow it
back down.
Mostly, though, she was alone. She was outside in the dark woods, cuffed
in a steel cage and alone. It was very dark, the kind of dark it is only in the
woods in the middle of nowhere. She was afraid, too. She didn't know if a wild
animal might rip into the cage and eat her or if she was secure.
Soon, Rose could smell something cooking. It smelled like chicken soup.
She looked about and noticed a stovepipe protruding from the roof near the side
of the cabin where her cage was situated. She was hungry. She hadn't eaten in
hours and the smell of the soup was making her drool, despite herself and her
own stink. But never did Richard come out to offer her anything. In fact,
several long moments after she smelled the soup cooking, the light went out in
the cabin. Richard had gone to bed without feeding her or giving her a second
though, just like he would any dog kept in this pen.
An hour or so later, Rose finally curled into a ball on the dirt floor of
the cage and slept. It was chilly out, but not cold, in the May evening. Rose
fell asleep in the quiet, dark woods. She rested peacefully, despite her
predicament.
In the cabin, Richard snored softly, a small smile on his face. He had
gone to sleep with a full stomach and a proud feeling in his chest that his plan
was coming together so well. He figured he would have the dirty slut trained in
less than a month, if all went well. As soon as he could get that shitty
attitude of hers under control, she would be more pliable. Then he would finish
training her. Once she was finished, he would think about returning her to
society.
If she was good.
