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Kidnapped [Hell Bent and ShortSighted]

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Amanda Anderson, daughter of Carl Anderson was a big tease. She teased everyone from the boys at school to the men in her fathers work place. And when boys or men thought they were going to get something from her, they didn't. She denied them claiming that she wanted to keep her virginity until marriage and they wouldn't even get a blow job from her. Mandy loved teasing and so even when her father fired one of his workers, she sat on the desk, legs slightly open to reveal a black thong and she just smiled innocently and winked, distracting the poor guy. It was harmless in Mandy's eyes. Little did she know that it wasn't going to be so harmless later on.

It was 8pm and she'd just finished hanging out at a friends and walking home. She was still in her school uniform - a white shirt, a black tie around her neck and a short black skirt that barely even covered her ass. Her long red hair fell down her back freely and her pale skin shone against the moonlight. Mandy was a very good looking girl and knew it, that's why she teased everyone, knowing that they couldn't have her. She was 5'6 and weighed only 125lbs taking after her mother who was in the modelling industry.

Mandy also didn't know that she wouldn't be making it home that night.
 
((Carl Anderson? That's my favorite singer. Coincidence?))

David Dallas hid in the shadows. He was dressed all in black -- a black suit, a black hat with the brim pulled over his face and even a black shirt -- and he didn't wear a thing that would reflect light. He was completely invisible in the dark. He had planned everything from his hiding spot to his route since the day he was fired.

The tall, dashing, ambitious man thought he had a promising job. One day, though, he called in to work saying he had to stay home and clean his guns. That was not negotiable. For that, he was fired?! This is America! He had a right to keep and bear arms, damn it, and he was just exercising his right to keep them. Keep them clean and easy to fire.

Finally, he saw Amanda walking home, without a care in the world, it seemed to him. His jet black irises contracted and his pupils were a mere pinpoint. His right hand slowly reached into his jacket, under his left arm. Revenge would soon be his. He stepped out of the shadows and pointed his gun directly at Amanda. "Grab a cloud," he ordered, "and if you scream, my finger might slip. I have very sensitive ears." He practiced that line in front of the mirror for weeks. He was just a little too pleased with how it came out.
 
((Coincidence xD I've never even heard of a singer called Carl Anderson! :p))

Mandy was thinking about too many things as she walked home. She hadn't really thought about her actions and their consequences at all but was about to find out.

She was brought out of her most recent trail of thought as a gun was brought to her and she noticed for the first time that someone was there. He blended in with the shadows so well that she only noticed once he'd spoken. Mandy just stared at the gun horrified. She had no idea what to do but knew that screaming would only get her killed. Instead she just stood there silently waiting to see what the man wanted, hoping that it was just a robbery and all he'd want was her bag.
 
((He played Judas in Jesus Christ Superstar.))

"I told you to put your hands in the air," he said. Actually, he told her to grab a cloud, and that didn't make much sense on such a clear evening. It still sounded cool so he used it anyway. He was the man with the gun; he didn't have to make sense. "I won't ask you to again!"

David was, in fact, getting a little nervous. He didn't want anyone to call the cops. He hoped it would just be a simple snatch and grab with no jail time involved. The kind of thing he read about in old books, only with more gratuitous violence of various kinds. How could he do that if his victim kept freezing up like a deer in the headlights? This was not going quite as planned. Nothing ever does.
 
Mandy slowly put her hands in the air trying to think of when he asked the first time, pretty sure that he hadn't. She didn't even realise that that's what grab a cloud meant. She just assumed he was been stupid.

"I have money in my bag that you can have..." She took the risk of telling him, hoping that would be all he wanted. "You can take it - all of it." She added nervously just frozen on the spot and watching his gun, praying that she didn't get hurt.

She glanced around but there was no one to be seen anywhere as it was a pretty empty route that she walked home at this time of night. She just prayed that he'd be gone soon.
 
"Duly noted," he said. David had been needing money. That was a big plus. Stepping out of the shadows, gun cocked in his hands, his powers of recall were unfurling his plan. "Up against that wall," he said, pointing to the side of a building. He had a pair of handcuffs in his pocket, Smith & Wesson, just like his gun. Only problem, he was dumb enough to tell his captive to go up against a wall. That was an amateurish mistake.
 
Mandy froze, scared again now as she thought he was just going to take her bag and leave. Putting her up against a wall could mean killing her, especially as he had a gun. Finally she started moving to the wall and stood facing it, her hands still in the air as she awaited to see what happened next, praying that she wouldn't be shot. She also hoped that someone would pass by to, but the streets were normally dead at this time of night.
 
Keeping his gun pointed at her, he frisked Mandy with one hand. He patted down both her sides roughly and even lifted her skirt, checking for cellphones, knives, guns or anything that might be used against him. After that, he jerked one of her hands behind her back and started to pinch a cuff to her wrist, a bit tighter than normal procedure demanded. "You can put your bag down now," he offered.
 
Mandy squirmed a little as she felt the guy frisk her. She was shaking and scared, feeling him pull up her skirt as well as she felt uncomfortable with it all. When he put the handcuff around her wrist she gasped in shock, getting even more scared and trying to figure things out. As he told her to put her bag down, she obeyed too afraid of the gun to not obey the orders she was given.
 
He cuffed the other hand, palms apart, hands crossed. He did know a thing or two about applying handcuffs. Just not much more. He even double locked them, not that it did his captive much good. Once that was done, David picked up the bag, which he would search later on. "Come on, Amanda," he ordered. "I've got a car waiting for you." He jabbed her once with his gun, just for encouragement.

The car in question was an old blue Toyota. It was nothing police would pay much attention to unless it was going significantly over the speed limit. It had a nice interior and it was just a little messy. Not a gas guzzler and not terribly eco-friendly, either. In short, it was just a car. David was lucky it wasn't red, otherwise his plot would be foiled before it started.
 
Mandy watched the man as he didn't look through her bag or anything once he'd picked it up. He mentioned her name though and then talked about a car that wasn't far away. This made her even more scared as she realised that he had planned to do this and she wasn't random, especially if he knew her name. When he nudged her with the gun she immediately started walking. She was already crying, the tears running down her face as she thought about what could happen to her.
 
He picked up the bag and lead her to the Toyota. He had to put down the bag and fish a key out of his pocket, then he opened up the trunk. That took a little while and pointing a gun didn't make it any easier. "Your carriage awaits," said David. Then, with less good humor: "In the trunk, now." The trunk itself was very small and could just barely fit one small person, and that person had to be neatly folded, of course.

((Hey, sorry it took me a while. Internet troubles.))
 
Mandy panicked when she realised she was supposed to go in the trunk. She hated confined dark places and the though of it made her even more scared of the gun. "Please. Just let me sit in the back. I don't like the idea of been in the trunk..." She whispered, the tears starting all over again. She was just about managing her control on not to turn and just run at the thought of been locked in a trunk.
 
"You are going in the trunk," he said, pressing the snout of the gun against her throat. "I'm either going to stuff your cold, dead carcass in the trunk or you'll hop in nicely? Which will it be? I'll give you until the count of three to decide." For a moment, he was tempted to hit her over the head with the butt of his gun and then shove her in. That, however, would take too long and present some complications. Instead, he started his slow count to three, as if he was threatening a child with some punishment.
 
Mandy was more scared of death than of the trunk and it took until he hit two for her to actually get into the trunk. At first the poor girl was too scared to even move with the gun to her throat. She managed to get herself into the trunk though, crying and shaking in fear as she lay down, praying it would all be over soon and she'd be home safe and sound.
 
"There's a good girl," he praised. Since the trunk was so small, he helped stuff her inside, making sure everything was in neatly before he slammed the trunk closed. Not much breathing one could do in there, but he figured people survived worse before. Still, he made haste, driving at the speed limit to his house. He lived in a small house, somewhat isolated from the neighborhood. He did not own it but he rented it. He planned to squat in it and pay the property taxes when the landlady, a friendless spinster, kicked the bucket.

Opening the garage door and moving the car into the garage was a process every bit as elaborate as the kidnapping itself, but fortunately, it wasn't so nerve-racking. The garage itself was small and cluttered, but thankfully connected directly to the house. He picked up his gun again and opened the trunk. "Still alive in there, Mandy?" he asked. "You can come on out."
 
As soon as the trunk shut Mandy was struggling, terrified of what was going to happen to her and terrified of the confined space. She cried and screamed, but wasn't heard. It wasn't long before the car came to a stop. By then Mandy had stopped the shouting and struggling but she was still crying. She didn't feel too well.

When he opened the trunk up Mandy shakily got herself out, looking around at the surrounding quietly and trying to figure everything out.
 
Once she was out, David took Mandy by the arm and jerked her toward the door that lead to the living room. "Remember me, Mandy?" he asked. It wasn't really dark in that garage, so therefore, he was no longer invisible. "You and your family made my life hell. Now it's my turn." There was plenty of malice in his voice. His fingers started digging into her arm. "Now, do you have a cell phone or any form of identification with you? I'll search you and your bag a little more thoroughly now, so it's best you be honest."
 
Mandy didn't remember, mainly because she hadn't cared at all about who was who or what she did. She just followed him before stopping, crying out as his hand dug into her arm.

"Everything is in my bag, I swear." She told him. "It's all in my bag."
 
"Oh? Afraid I'm going to take off your clothes, are you? Since when are you so modest? You take them off around the office all the time." He holstered his gun and pulled a small knife out of one of the many boxes in the garage. "Up against the wall, now!" he ordered. Obviously, he referred to the wall next to the door, because that was the only wall in the garage that wasn't blocked by several stacks of boxes. It was a spacious garage. David wished the rest of the house were so palatial.
 
As soon as Mandy saw the knife she was up against the wall. Her eyes closed but tears still streaming from them.

"Please don't hurt me... I didn't mean whatever I did." She told him. "Just let me go home. I won't tell anyone." She added.
 
He put the edge of the knife against her right thigh, just over her knee and slid it upward, not very hard, but he hoped it was unnerving. Then in a quick motion, he cut the elastic of her skirt and brought the knife down, severing the garment. "Stay right where you are," he ordered, and cut a bit of cloth off of the rag he already made of her skirt. "Open your mouth," he ordered, "and lift your tongue."
 
Mandy felt her skirt fall away as the knife cut into it. She was shaking like a leaf and terrified. She looked at the man with tear filled eyes as he asked her to lift her tongue up. She didn't understand why but wasn't going to argue. She opened her mouth and lifted her tongue up for him watching to see what he was going to do next.
 
David shoved some of the torn fabric underneath Mandy's tongue. "Close your mouth," he ordered. "Eyes forward, don't spit it out." Meanwhile, he rolled up the rest of the torn skirt into a cleave gag. That way, he wouldn't need to simply threaten her to keep her from spitting out all that fabric. If she choked, he figured, she choked. He'd have to keep an eye on her, but it would be better than letting her scream.
 
Mandy did as she was told just about managing to not choke on the make shift gag of her skirt. She let him do whatever he wanted hoping that if she just cooperated she'd get to go home soon or at least wouldn't be hurt any more. Shaking her head she tried to get her mouth more comfortable than it was but couldn't and just looked back to her captor, her eyes pleading with him to just let her go.
 
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