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The Disappearance (Chained X QB)

Heavy lids opened slowly, but found only darkness. Hanna let out a muffled groan and tried to move, but she was bound tightly at the wrists and ankles with what she could only describe as tape of some sort. Her pretty pink lips had been taped as well, leaving her unable to scream for help. She was utterly trapped in some sort of case, a trunk maybe, and the blonde could already feel paranoia setting in as she closed her eyes tightly once more. She shook her head and shoved her shoulder into the side of the trunk, trying to make as much noise as possible just in case there was someone near that could hear her.

The blonde cursed herself silently. It had been so idiotic to take a walk at night outside of her safe little neighborhood. She felt hot tears working their way out of her eyes before sliding down her cheeks as she tried to find a comfortable position. Her head was pounding and her entire body felt sticky with sweat as she squirmed inside of her small prison. Her athletic shorts had inched up even further, and she eased up slightly until the top of her head came into contact with the lid of the trunk so her shorts would straighten out.

She cried out, the frightened sound muffled by the tape . She sighed as more tears spilled and memories flashed through her mind. She had bent to tie her shoe, aided by a street light a few yards away, and then suddenly there was an arm wrapping around her neck and a cloth was forced over her mouth and nose. She hadn't even had time to call out for help before the drug had taken effect and she had fallen into what seemed to be a deep sleep. She gave up finally and fell into a quiet brooding as she waited for something to happen. She hoped for a miraculous occurrence, but in the back of her mind, she knew that she would likely be dead by the next day, or at least in some sort of serious trouble.
 
Samuel knew that the banging of his little carry-on package was turning a few heads: he was quite suspicious of the policeman but was relieved when he didn't follow through with questioning him. Long had he fantasized about kidnapping a young girl and how once she was inside his home he could have all the fun with his precious little toy until either she or the tools he used broke. Whichever comes first, of course! He lifted up the carry-on trunk, making sure to kick at his before unloading. The train ride to the country took some time, but he was sure that his favorite slave toy must be thirsty.

When the train stopped at the station, he took his parked car and drove far, going off road on a seldom-traveled trail. Then, with a few unlocked latches, the daylight filtered through as he looked eye to eye with his prize. A lovely young lady looked back at him. And for sure, she looked none too pleased with her little predicament. "Shhh...if you promise to stay quiet I'll give you something to drink." he whispered, his voice almost..tantalizingly hypnotic. He was handsome, atleast he saw himself as such!

He was counting on her to scream as he propped her up, removing the tape slowly as he tilted a bottle of water up against her lips. She looked parched, given how the trip in that trunk must have worn her out. There were air holes, but it surely wasn't enough to ventilate her, shorts riding up gently while her blouse looked rather tattered. Then, he took out from the bag what looked like a ring-gag of sorts. "Now, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way." he said, slowly unbuttoning his pants. Already?!

Even if she did scream...who would hear her, surrounded by nature there was nowhere she could go.
 
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