"A New Contract" (closed for LayZButterfly and PP01):

I've gotten another ‘contract'. I'm supposed to grab a rich bitch, take her where ever I choose and ‘enjoy myself' as much as I want so when she's let go, eventually, her bitchy spirit will be a bit broken if not completely gone.

The contract came by the usual round about way so there's no chance it'll ever be traced to me. The usual fee has been bumped up by $250K because this is a high profile one.

I've read her dossier and look at the pictures.

The Dossier on Target Laney Peterson:
Name: Laney Peterson
Daughter of the late Arthur and May Peterson. Also, sole heir to
the Peterson fortune.

Description:
26 years old. 5'5", 110lbs., blonde hair, hazel eyes. Has a strawberry colored birthmark under her left breast.

Tattoos:
Colored butterfly on the base of her spine and a unicorn on her
inner left thigh.

Phobia(s):
-being in a closed space
-darkness
-spiders

Health concerns/possible problems:
- has slight/moderate asthma. Does not have an inhaler because she refuses to have this weakness.
** Must rest or else it could be potentially dangerous and require hospitalization.
- hospitalized once for an anxiety attack, but media was told
exhaustion

Sexual History:
-reported to have slept with many playboy type men, but in actuality has only had 2 confirmed boyfriends/lovers.
-currently dating her modeling manager, Jim Fines.

Likes:
-donates much money to local animal shelters and is known as an
animal lover
- she owns a stable of horses. Her favorite horse is named Honey Pie.

Dislikes:
- unknown at this time.

Brief History:

- Aunt and Uncle had legal guardianship of Laney until her 21st
birthday.
- She has no known friends whether male or female.
- Run's her late father's multimillion dollar corporation which
includes perfume, and all bath/body works accessories
-Models part-time.
- highly ambitious, holds cut-throat business dealings, is either
well respected or hated by the competition.

**Little known fact - her father's corporation has started to lose
money and stocks are going down in value**


I've found a place to take her and I actually bought it in a false name through a series of intermediaries. Again untraceable so I'm safe. I've just left the small cabin at the foot of the Superstition Mountains in the Arizona desert. It's 75 cross country desert miles or 125 by the dirt road to the nearest one gas station/general store town. The remoteness and isolation are perfect. A better jail couldn't be asked for and no one to hear her scream, if she does.

I acquired inhalers and medication for anxiety attacks as she very well may need them both, as well as fixing accommodations for her when she becomes feisty to teach her the necessity of compliance and obedience.

After making certain ‘other preparations' to fulfill my side of the contract I drive to where the target is supposed to be going for a combined high time and business meeting, Las Vegas, Nevada.

I'd planned my arrival a day ahead of hers so I'll just be another gambling, partying tourist, once again no tie in when she vanishes.

I have her itinerary so I'm in the lobby, untouched drink in hand, when she comes in and I watch as she...

Laney

Upon arriving at the hotel, Laney checked in and was escorted, by the bellhop, up to her room. She was exhausted and her day hadn’t even begun yet. Once inside the penthouse suite she breathed a sigh of relief. Sinking down into one of the plush loveseats that were scattered throughout the several rooms she had rented for the week.

The flight to Las Vegas had been uneventful. Her personal assistant had suddenly come down with the flu so she flew in by herself.

Opening her palm pilot she looked at today’s schedule.
- facial/massage 10am
- nails/hair/makeup 11:30am
- stockholder meeting 2pm
- dinner with Jim in the Hotel’s restaurant 7:30pm

Jim…. She thought about the scheme he had proposed to her two weeks ago. Certain words and sentences came back to her with Jim saying, “It’ll boost perfume sales.. Full media coverage.. You’ll be the media darling and be on countless shows- “Reliving the horror” of being abducted by a vicious brute.”

She remembered how he said that he just needed to pick up the phone and the deal would be set. But she hadn’t said yes. Something held her back. She agreed with Jim that it would put her father’s business back on top, but the sneakiness of it all was what nagged at her.

Laney knew she was hated and maybe more accurately feared, by the industry. When she had first taken over the business she was all but told to run along and be a good girl, letting the big boys do their jobs. ::laughing:: she remembered how she showed them. Calling for a meeting and shocking the fools when she took them, philosophically speaking and not literally, by the balls and squeezed tightly. They now respected her, albeit grudgingly, some had left the company in a huff while most stayed. Those who stayed benefited. For although, she ran an extremely tight ship she was also very compassionate with her employees. Of course, very few knew this about Laney.

Her company was now in trouble. She hardly slept anymore with all the responsibilities she took on. She needed a break and she needed to fix the multiple problems that dogged her father’s legacy left to her. The trip to Vegas was both. Laney never mixed business with pleasure, but enough was enough. A little R&R wouldn’t hurt anyone.

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and nodded off. Her internal clock set to wake her up an hour before her first appointment.

45 minutes later

Opening her eyes, she glanced at the time. She got up slowly out of the comfy loveseat and made her way into the master bedroom. Snapping open one of the suitcases, she selected a very casual slip on dress. Laney didn't even bother to primp herself because the hotel's spa was down on the first floor and she didn't need to dress to impress anyone.

She left the suite and took the elevator down to the lobby. Walking through the corridor, Laney didn't make any eye contact with anyone. Turning left, she entered the door simply marked "Spa" and prepared herself to be soothed and pampered. Something she desperately needed.

The Contractor:

I watched as she went upstairs and waited patiently in the lobby. I had a full lay out of her agenda so knew she'd be back downstairs shortly and all of her other committments after the spa visit.

I planned on taking her tonight after her dinner meeting. That way I'd have hours to clear not just Las Vegas but also Nevada before she'd be missed.

When she went into the spa I went to my room and changed into a hotel employee uniform I'd 'aquired' and pinned on a name badge reading Raoul, my black hair, dark tan and being fluent in Spanish was all need to complete the 'hide in the open' disguise.

Back downstairs and into the spa. A bit of conversation and I learned where she was by glancing at room assignments as I chatted.

Down the hall and into the changing room for her appointed room. It was a matter of moments to get an impression of her key card and use the scanner to read it's magnetic strip.

That finished I went back to my room again and made a duplicate so I now had free and unrestricted access to her room any time I wanted.

I gathered my things for later tonight in one small bag and packed everything else into a second bag. A call to the desk to prepare my bill for checkout, shower and change of clothes and I was out of the room. Ten minutes later I was no longer a guest at the hotel.

The bags were put into the trunk and I killed the rest of the day wandering around town being a typical tourist.

At 8:00 I was in the dining room of her hotel watching as she had dinner and I enjoyed my own. Now the anticipation was building for it'd soon be time to begin to really earn my money.

A trip to the men's room and once inside getting out the colorless and odorless powder and palming it and I was ready to begin.

On my return, a simulated stumble into their table let me slip the powder into her drink as I apologize profusely for my clumsiness and back to my table.

When the drink was done she'd be very tired very soon and once in bed would mine for the taking.

Laney

God, that feels good Laney thinks to herself. The masseuses hands work on the terrible knots she acquired from all the late nights she's been putting in the office. Each time he moves his hands down, more of the sheet is lowered till it's just below her hips.

He stops there and begins on her legs. She feels the muscles in her legs being rubbed and kneaded, painful at first and then slowly more acceptable. The masseuse doesn't stop till her whole body feels relaxed. Going over certain areas of her body watching his client relax even more.

She's asked to turn over and she does, exposing her small breasts before they are covered with the sheet. Fingers massage her face, apply a mask, cucumber slices over her eyes. She dozes on and off as other hands take care of her pedicure and manicure.

A few hours later, Laney feels human again. Ready for the battle that she has to face, and hopefully win.

Back up into her suite of rooms, Laney selects an outfit that meant business. Charcoal gray, fitted, with the skirt just above the knee. She feels confident, and after reviewing the notes she's made, is ready for the meeting.

:::::::::later::::::::::::

Laney walks out of the meeting satisfied. She did not get everything she aimed for, but what they sacrificed was worth far more then her giving up a small percentage of profits. She calls Jim on his cell phone and leaves a message when his voice mail greets her. Leaving a short unimportant message for him she heads back up to her suite.

After making a few phone calls, Laney orders a light snack that will tide her over until dinner. Stepping out onto the terrace, she draws in a breath, the view spectacular. Las Vegas is a sight to behold she thinks.

Her thoughts return to Jim... what was she going to tell him this evening.
The whole idea of being abducted sounded more and more ridiculous, but before she could give it anymore thought there was a knock on the door.

Upon answering it, she was greeted with a platter of fresh fruit. Her tummy rumbled and she smiled hoping the waiter hadn't heard it. "Put it out on the terrace please." and tipped the boy as he left.

She went to her room and took off her power suit. Slipping on a short robe and went back out to the terrace to enjoy the view and snack on the deliciously ripe fruit.

Laney whiled away the time by writing some letters, making phone calls, and enjoying the warm sun against her face. Her thoughts kept returning to Jim's scheme. Tonight, she would tell him no, and be firm.


-----Dinner with Jim------

Jim looked dashing and Laney..well, she was a show stopper. Both men and women always stopped and looked at her. Laney never quite got used to this, but she pulled it off well as they was escorted to a fairly private corner.

Dinner was pleasant, as they kept the conversation purposely light. It wouldn't do for nosey people to overhear anything important. The only odd thing that happened was when the man bumped into their table. Jim had gotten annoyed at the foolish bumbling of the man. Knocking over his glass of expensive wine. Laney tried to calm Jim, but he kept ranting and raving even when the man had profusely apologized.

Sometimes, Laney thought, Jim can be such a stupid asshole. What was she doing with him still anyway? She drained the rest of her drink wanting the dinner to end as quickly as possible.

She passed on dessert and began to feel much more tired then she should be. Between Jim's yapping nonsense, and the business meeting was what she chalked it up to. "Look, Jim, I am tired and not in the mood for your bullshit." She rose up from her chair, slightly off balance. Jim hadn't even noticed. Damn, that drink was more potent then she thought. She continued on, "I'll speak with you in the morning, when you are in a better frame of mind." And with that walked off not looking back.

She was sure Jim would have followed, but she made it all the way to her room without a sign of him. Safely behind her locked door, Laney stripped from her clothes and lay on top of her bed...falling soundlessly asleep...

The Contractor:

I watch and when she leaves I follow discretely. I ride in the elevator with her and note the effects of the mild sedative and inhibition relaxing drugs she's ingested.

I get off two floors below hers and watch as the elevator does in fact stop at her floor.

Back to the lobby and out to the parking lot. A quick change of clothing and Raul heads into the hotel carrying a bag, for a guest perhaps.

Up to her floor, to her penthouse and the duplicate key card opens the door. Disposible rubber gloves on and in I go.

The only light comes from the bedroom so finding her is easy enough.

She out like a light on the bed just wearing high French cut lacy underpants.

The bags opened and knowing her exact weight the premeasured dose of an illicit drug to make her very compliant is already set in the syringe.

It takes moments to swab her inner elbow and bring up a vein. A small pin prick into a vein, push of the plunger and all that remains is getting her dressed then getting her out of here as inobtrusively as possible once it's taken effect.

A simple sun dress comes out of the bag along with a pair of flat soled sandals and a floppy 'touristy' soft cloth sun hat.

She's dressed and moved to a chair so the chic hairsyle can be brushed out loose around her face. The expensive makeup job is gone and replaced by blush and lipstick, nothing else.

Now the next part.

Raul's jacket is replace by an Aloha shirt and hat, the bag's closed and she hefted to her feet.

"Come on Laney wake a bit. Time to go home. You had to much to drink and I'm driving you home."

Several repititions of this and she's up and staggering, with my help, to the door. Bag over my shoulder I let us out and keep up a steady stream of babble about too much to drink and driving her home to keep her semi awake and moving.

We eventually make it to the parking lot and in she goes. A few eployees, being used to seeing intoxicated patrons offered to help but I turned them down with an embarressed mumbled thanks anyway.

I get in and we're off. Two hours later I pull over to the side of a deserted road and strip her naked, again wearing the gloves. All f her clothing is dropped on the side of the road and at the next intersecting state road we head west and a short time later south, rather than the north I'd driven, on another road. If the sundress led back to her it would look as if she was taken north rather than the actual south we now headed.

We arrived at the cabin and I carried her inside and laid her on the bed. A leather lined light but strong steel collar was padlocked around her neck then the small but strong chain bolted to the wall locked to one of the three rings on it.

Wrists and ankles were leather cuffed and they were locked on too. A thirteen inch hobble was locked to her ankle cuffs to inhibit her mobility and prevent kicking. The blanket on the bed is pulled up to cover her against the chill of the desert night air.

That all done I went to sleep in a bed across the room. Her bed was bolted to the floor and there was nothing she could reach that she could throw so I wasn't worried.

Laney

Dreams….always the same. She’s lost in the woods trying to find her way back out to the sunlight. As she runs, the low branches whip against her face, and the coarse dry grass against her bare legs cause tiny slices into her skin. She calls out several times, always seeking for safety and finding none.

Laney fights against her dreams, trying to wake herself. She tries to move her arms and legs and finds them immobile. A new twist in her dream? She wants to wake up, but as always the dream must run its course. Leaving her shaken and sweating, fresh tears that streak her face.

Her abductor wakes to see Laney thrashing about on the bed. He walks over to her and sees she is in a dream. He watches as she struggles against whatever it is she is dreaming about.

Laney’s dream is close to its end now. The worst part in fact.

Her Uncle finds her in the woods, and punishes her further by locking her in the closet without light, without sound, without any comfort.

Causing Laney to try so hard to pull herself into a fetal position.

She begs her uncle to let her out, so sorry that she didn’t listen to him about going out onto the property unattended. She knows he’s on the other side of the door, yet says nothing as he hears her crying quietly.

It was hours later, when Laney had finally been let out of the closet. Tired, her young body battered by the woods, hungry, and silent. It was days later that she even uttered a word.

The look of hollowness has never left Laney’s eyes. She’s older now, and knows how to hide her fears. How to hide her true feelings.

When she awakes it is dawn in the cabin. She has a terrible headache, and she can’t move any part of her body save her neck from side to side. Blinking her eyes, trying to focus them the image becomes clearer. She’s not in her hotel suite.

The Contractor:

I stroke her face and hair as she tosses and turns and even get a cool, damp cloth and towel and gently wipe the sweat from her face and body then recover her when the tossing and thrashing stops.

'One hell of a nightmare sweetheart. I hope you don't have many of them like that,' I think to myself.

I put on coffee to brew and start to make a breakfast for two as I watch her to be sure she doesn't injure herself.

When her eyes begin to open and she's blinking and looking around I move to the bed with a mug of cold juice and stand looking down at her.

"Good morning. You aren't in Vegas any more. In fact you aren't really anywhere any more. We're almost 100 miles from anyone or anything except desert, cactus and rattle snakes and now you're mine to do with as I wish.
"Since that's the case, I'd suggest you be as cooperative as you know how to avoid any 'unpleasent consequences'.
"Would you like some cold orange juice before coffee and breakfast Laney?"

Her eyes focus on the man who stands before her, telling her she isn't anywhere and asking would she like breakfast. Is this some sort of joke, she wonders.

She moves her mouth to speak, but finds it difficult. It's like a bunch of cottonballs have been stuffed inside and her voice sounds unnatural as she croaks out,"What the hell is going on?"

Laney can't believe it. Her stupid fucking asshole boyfriend actually went ahead with the plan. She attempts to move, and finds she's been shackled? tied? doesn't know exactly, but this isn't a part of any plan she may or may not have given the go ahead to.

"God damn it, why is my head so fuzzy?" she asks outloud her voice cracking horribly. And before an answer can be said, she asks to have the orange juice.

The Contractor:

"I've been contracted to abduct you Laney and told I can do anything I want to and with you while I have you. Anything at all.
"No use asking me who hired me because I have no idea it's all handled with intermediaries.
"Now sip. The shot I gave you last night to make you cooperative is why you feel like you do. Some fluid and food and you'll feel fine again."

Laney looked at him incredulously. Anything he wanted to and with me? What the hell did Jim get me into, she wondered. “Look, I don’t know what you were told, but this isn’t the plan.” She looked up at this man waiting for a response. And as she waited she tried to move her arm. “What the..? What is going on here?” She tested how much her body could move. Her legs were immobile and when she tried to move them they didn’t budge. And she realized something else there was something around her neck.

There was no time to think things through. Laney was fast becoming pissed that she was on a bed and unable to move. “I don’t know what they fuck is going on around here, but you will release me now. Whatever that prick Jim paid you isn’t worth this shit.” Her voice rising an octave.

She tried to prove her point by squirming and felt a powerful wave of pain run through her head. She closed her eyes tightly, clenched her fists and breathed through her mouth.
This was not good. Her head felt like hot pincers were being poked behind her eyes. It was a few moments later that she was able to open her eyes again. Remain calm, she told herself. Be rational, Jim wouldn’t let something bad happen to her.

“Look, there is no need for this. Free my hands, please. My head..god it hurts.” Her mouth and voice felt and sounded strange to her. Her thoughts jumbling around. She badly wanted the orange juice now.

“Let me place a call to Jim to rectify this misunderstanding. Of course, you shall be paid for the time and effort, but your job is over with.” She made sure to emphasize that the job was over, and she was to be set free. Oddly, he made no move to free her. “What is it? Do you want more money? I think you drugging me was above and beyond what you needed to do. What type of drug did you use anyway? I would have gone quietly. And..And..is this necessary?” She tried to move herself.

Her voice was a mere whisper now, having no spit or liquid to ease the pain it was in as she said “Damn it, would you say something already! I am getting tired of the silent treatment.”

Laney wasn't frightened as much as she was angry. How dare she be treated this way? Jim had gone too far with this fake set up kidnapping. All she needed was her cell phone, but the man looking down at her stood stoically, almost like a statue.

The Contractor:

I stood quietly and waited until she'd run down and then lifted and supported her head so she could drink as I spoke in a very quiet, moderately low voice," First of all the headache will go away and be less if you stop yelling and stop tensing up. Neither won't do you any good in any event.
"Secondly I have no clue who "Jim" is and frankly I don't give a rat's ass either. I've been very well paid to do as I am doing and it's up to me when or if you leave here so I'd keep that in mind if I were you.
"If you promise not to do anything so stupid, like trying to injure me to get away for instance, I'll modify how you're secured so you may move around a bit. However, if you promise and lie to me I will punish you and I doubt you'll enjoy one second of it.
"Thirdly, I have hidden the only keys to the SUV outside and you'll never find them without me and as I said it's almost 100 miles to anyone or any where across the desert so I wouldn't try walking out or even think about it if I was you.
"Now do we understand each other?
"Do you understand your position and do you want to make that promise or not Laney?"

Laney couldn't believe how good cold orange juice could taste as it slid down her throat. She would agree to anything at this point, she thought as she greedily sucked down the cool juice.

She took a very deep breath...her throat felt better, at least it didn't feel like sandpaper anymore. Laney held her tongue even though she wanted to lash some seriously vulgar words at him. But as she looked into his eyes something told her this was not the type of man you crossed.

Several questions rolled around her mind... Who had hired him to kidnap her? If it wasn't the asshole, Jim..who'd want to go this far? How would the company run without her? ...and most...utterly most important..who would take care of her little sister? This caused Laney to fight against the restraints..she couldn't let anyone near her..especially...shuddering.. "Please, I promise.. I won't try and escape, but..you have to do something..please.. you have to.." she shut her mouth. What could she tell him?

"I intend to leave here, not some bullshit if I leave here. Either I will double the amount of your fee for this "job" or you will place a phone call to find out what the shitheads want with me."

She'd stay quiet..Bide her time.. Wait..wait until she would be released. She needed to get back to her sister.

Stating simply, "I give you my word. I won't try and "hurt" you or escape."

The Contractor:

"Very well I'll keep my word. Let's see if you can keep yours too Laney.
"I truly dislike lies and liars. Bear that in mind."

One ankle is released and then a light chain is locked to the ring on the leather ankle cuff. That leg is moved close to the other and the 14" chain is locked to the ring and then the lock securing your leg in place is also released. The same is done to your wrists with about a shoulder width length of chain between them.

Finally a chain is locked to the ring on your collar and then to the chain between your wrists. Now you have some but very restricted mobility. Then the lock chaining you to the wall is unfastened.

You're helped to a sitting position and held until you're steady and the room isn't spinning any longer.

"Need to use a bathroom Laney or want to eat first?"

The room whirled about her and for a brief moment she was grateful when he held her. She pressed against him, a slight groan from her lips. The pain was lessening from her head as well. Laney didn't think she could have sat up without falling back without his help.

She hadn't realized she needed to go to the bathroom..but once he mentioned it, she had a very real desire to go. Her stomache was still queasy and food wouldn't sit well in her.

"Yes, I need to go to the bathroom. But even moreso, I need to move my legs and arms..they feel like dead weights." and very slowly she rotated her ankles, rolled her shoulders, and bent her arms up and down. She did this a few times, the circulation better.

"Can I go now?" biting her tongue.. wanting to scream in anger being all locked and chained like she was.

The Contractor:

"Of course."

You're helped up and to the bathroom. The medicine cabinet sticks out from the wall, apparently just screwed onto it rather than build in.

It's opened, "New toothbrush for you here and toothpaste. Wash cloth, soap and towel you can see',." and turning I walk back into the other room.

There's no door to close.

It dawns on her, even before she is helped into the bathroom that she has not a stitch of clothing on her. Naked. Not even the light blanket that was on her in the morning to cover and shield her from his eyes.

She stands inside the bathroom. Where the hell is the door? Did this guy get his kicks from listening to a person pee? Not quite stable and badly shaken, she laughed to herself, if she weren't naked she'd probably ask him. She doesn't know why she has the urge to laugh, and can feel the uneasiness of her situation.
She had to work on him to get some clothes on her... Not that she ever had a problem with being in the nude. She often was just that when she vacationed, or was relaxing in her room.. And with all her modeling, so many hands have been on her. Changing her outfits, zipping her up, unzipping, you name it.

She turned the faucet on and cupped her hand to drink some water. Just what she needed when she had to pee so bad. But she got an idea..leave the faucet running and pee! Yes, that is what she will do.

Squatting down on the toilet, she releases the awful pressure on her bladder. Thinking about things, she reaches down to rub her ankles. They are slightly red.

Finishing her business, she looks at herself in the mirror. She wishes she were someone else..anyone else at this moment. If she thinks too deeply she knows she'll start crying, and under no circumstances will anyone see that, especially her captor.

Brushing her teeth, washing her face, drinking more water, she feels better. Not human, because a person would be clothed.

If he wants me to feel like I am nothing, I won't give him the satisfaction

Laney realizes she needs to disassociate herself from this..hide herself within her mind...something she's done since she's been a young girl. She'll put herself into a tiny box, and wait this out.

Yes, she thinks, tiny box..as she has to very slowly walk back into the room, naked, chained, and losing herself.

The Contractor:

"Feeling a bit better now Laney? Ready for something to eat? It'll settle your stomach," I ask as I sit at the table watching you come back into the room again. A quick glance at your body then looking into your eyes as I speak.

Laney stood just outside of the bathroom door. She kept her face devoid of all emotion and answered, “I don’t think my stomach can handle any food. I’d like some more juice though.” As she walked toward the table, the bottoms of Laney’s feet crunched upon bits of gravel that stung her tender soles.

Sitting down on the wooden chair she asked, “Do you mind if I can wear some sort of shoes or slippers?” She rubbed the bottom of one foot against her leg to wipe off the grit and did the same to the other.

The smell of the food did nothing to help the queasiness she was feeling and her headache was now more towards the back of both eyes. This was so unnecessary and ridiculous she thought. Bringing her elbows to rest on the table, she rubbed her temples with her thumbs, covering herself as much as she could.

Now I feel modesty? At a time like this, I am worried about being naked? I could have been raped (Of which she doesn’t even know if she has been or not), or murdered. She let her mind wander off to all the different possible situations.

She closed her eyes. She needed to stay calm. She needed to feel safe in the fact that she was still alive and that she was reasonably in good condition. Please, she said to herself, God watch out for my sister. Laney had never been religious before, but she felt that if he could hear her she would give it a try.

It felt like an eternity had passed while she sat there trying to keep her cool. She couldn’t lose it and she certainly couldn’t afford to have an anxiety attack. Not when she needed to be quiet.

Quiet…maybe he’ll ignore me and not speak to me unless it’s needed. Maybe I can just lie on the bed and sleep. Wouldn’t have to move. Maybe this ordeal will be over with today.

Too many maybes…

The Contractor:

A plate with toast is set on the table in front of you along with two jars, one grape jelly and the other strawberry preserves, and a butter dish and butter knife. A second trip brings your glass and a carafe of orange juice to the table.

He takes a seat across from you and begins to slowly eat an omelt and sausage as he sips his own juice and looks at you being just as quiet as you are.

He rises again and returns setting down a bottle of tablets, which you recognize as anti-anxiety medication, "I think taking those as prescribed might be a good idea for you Laney and eat the toast please. Medication on an empty stomach isn't a good idea, especially if it's queasy already. Won't do any good to take the pills and throw them up again."

She stares at the medication he's just placed in front of her. It takes a moment or two before she fully realizes that this bastard knows more about her then most anyone knew. Gritting her teeth, almost grinding them, she keeps her mouth shut. So help me.. Laney talks to herself. She's done this for so long that she doesn't realize it. It's not like anyone knew what she was doing, but it was easy for her to carry full on conversations being that no one bothered with her during her childhood. She mentally ticked off the people who knew about her anxiety attack that caused her to stay in the hospital. How could he know? she asks herself, but she knows that she must above all else stay cool.

Laney almost utters the word God again. She can't believe herself. Someone who never needed God and now she's asked for his help.

She keeps her eyes from looking at him, especially his own. No eye contact. The nerve endings are working on overload and she feels like she is going to blow at any minute. Breathe. Just breathe..and you'll be all right. Her hands clench and her thumbs press painfully against her eyelids.

She can feel herself losing it. Feel her world start to spiral out of control. She hears him move. Pull yourself together, she screams into her mind. Remain calm becomes her mantra

Her hand shakily reaches for the carafe of juice. Takes hold of the handle and brings it to the lip of the glass. She starts to pour it and doesn't stop when it starts to overflow.

Laney's captor takes this all in and puts a hand on her wrist.

The Contractor:

and I right the carafe and set it down on the table top. Opening the pill bottle one handed I let two slide into the hand I've turned palm up and move it up to her mouth.

"Take them yourself. Don't make me force them down your throat Laney. Take them and we'll wash them down with some juice afterwards."

No, she whispers. She meets his eyes and says, "No" outloud. She breathes out, "No" she says again. She's clenched her other hand so tightly in her palm that her nails have broken through her skin.

She concentrates on remaining focused. She knows she can do it. Calm herself down, although it's never been to this point.
He moves close to her and she grits through her teeth, "I'll be fine. You will not force me to take them."

Is she shaking? she wonders briefly before jerking her hand out of his grip.

The Contractor:

Your hand is "popped" up to the pills fly up. Your wrist is released and my hand swoops and grabs the pills and sets them on the table.

The heel of one of my hands presses back on your forehead as I move to stand behind you. The thumb and fingers pinch your nose closed as my other hand covers your mouth and pushes up on your jaw so you can't open your mouth.

Now you can't breathe... at all.

I watch as your face turns red and your eyes get a wild look in them. I ignore the scratches on my arms from your nails and just watch you silently.

When I can see the panic there both hands let go. The one on your forehead holds your head back. The other picks up the pills and when your mouth opens to gasp in air. I wait.

On the second gasp I can see the saliva collecting and know you'll have to swallow. Then is when the pills go into your mouth and again it's sealed by my hand and your nose is again pinched shut.

"Now you have two choices Laney.
"One swallow or two wait until you black out from lack of oxygen and swallow.
"Either way you will take those fucking pills just as I asked you to do in the first place."

When she can't breathe for the first time, Laney's body bucks and jerks against him. She gouges at his bare skin hoping that he'll loosen his hold, but he doesn't. Long, angry red streaks are visible on his arms.

She is wild with panic, fighting against him. When he frees her mouth and nose so she can breathe, a huge gasp gets sucked into her lungs.

Before she can fight again, he's forced those dreaded pills into her mouth and closed off her airways once more. His voice is low, deadly and close to her ear. :: "Now you have two choices Laney. "One swallow or two wait until you black out from lack of oxygen and swallow. "Either way you will take those fucking pills just as I asked you to do in the first place." ::

She'd rather die then give in to this brutal maniac. The only thing that stops her is getting back to her little sister. With just the spit in her mouth, Laney swallows hard. Her body convulses against him, and now she's become limp..not because the pills have worked that quickly, not because she's given up, but because she's simply exhausted herself.

Laney lets herself fall into the darkness. Too much too fast has happened within a short period of time. How can anyone deal with that without being traumatized?

The Contractor:

I know it's not a lack of oxygen so I check her mouth and find the pills are gone. I put my cheek at her mouth and nose and can feel her breathing as well as see her bare chest and breasts rising and falling so it's not a blocked airway. No Heimlich is needed.

She's scooped up in my arms and carried to her bed. A single chain is cuffed to one ankle before I get a bowl of cold water, cloth and a towel.

I sit beside her washing her down so she cools off and wait until she wakes again. Perhaps this time in more accomodating frame of mind now that she knows one way or the other she will obey me.