SNATCH: A Dark Erotica (2 page)

CHAPTER TWO

NEED A RIDE?

TWO.
“Honey, don’t forget your backpack,” The mother reminded her six year old daughter as she ran into the kitchen.

Having a child in kindergarten was both a blessing and disappointment to Meghan. Living with her daughter for the last six years - watching her grow, seeing her learn, and anticipating her going to school had been rewarding. As the day approached for her to begin school, she dreaded the thought of her daughter leaving. The girl attending school had left the mother feeling alone and uncertain of her future.

Amanda attended school for a half day, yet those days had been the longest half days of  Meghan’s life. The complications with the pregnancy would prevent her from ever giving birth again. Those complications, combined with a few other things, attributed to the early ending of her marriage to Mark. She and Amanda now lived comfortably, but alone, spending half of Mark’s inheritance.

She noticed that the girl’s shoes were on the wrong feet. “Honey, your shoes.”

Amanda looked down at the toes of her shoes and back up at her mother as if she had no idea of what was said.

She knelt down beside the young girl. “They’re on the wrong feet, sweetie.”

The little girl immediately sighed and dropped to the floor, grabbing her right shoe. Filled with frustration that she would disappoint her mother, she pulled the right shoe from her foot. As she did, her back pack fell to the floor.

“Sorry momma,” the little girl half whispered as she struggled with her shoe.

“No, sweetie, it’s okay. We can fix it, can’t we?” Meghan asked.

As the little girl pushed her shoe onto her foot, she looked up and nodded at her mother. Struggling with the weight of her back pack, the girl stood, stumbled, and began to regain her footing. As she began to walk toward the entrance of the garage, she thought of the school projects she intended to bring home to her mother.

Meghan motioned toward the backpack. “Sweetie, what’s in there?”

“Stuff,” Amanda responded.

Meghan opened the rear door of the SUV. “We’ll look in there when you get home today and see if we can lighten that thing up. It looks heavy. Sound good?”

She watched as the little girl nodded and climbed into the SUV. The stubborn
I’ll do it myself
nature of children at this age was entertaining for the mother to witness. The mother turned away to keep from laughing as the daughter climbed up and over the seat, back pack in tow.

Looking at the reflection in the rearview mirror, Meghan admired her daughter’s image. The similarities between the two were striking. The daughter was certainly an extension of the mother, and reflected her genes. The mother smiled a smile of pride as she started the SUV.

“Momma?”

“Yes, sweetie?” Meghan responded.

“Momma, why are butterflies so pretty, but crickets are so ugly?” the little girl asked.

The mother coughed a laugh. “Well honey, let’s see. God gives us all kinds of things on this earth, and some are beautiful and some aren’t. But everything has a purpose.”

“What about people? Brandon is ugly, momma,” Amanda said.

“Oh baby. People can’t help how they look. People are like butterflies and crickets, I suppose. Everyone has a place and a purpose. Everyone is beautiful in their own way.” Meghan looked in the rearview mirror for a response, pursing her lips to keep from smiling.

Amanda turned and looked into the mirror, directly at her mother’s reflection. “Momma, Brandon is uggggleeeee.”

“Honey, Brandon can’t help what he looks like. Do you understand? All people are beautiful in
some
way. I bet if you give Brandon a chance, you’ll see that he’s very nice,” Meghan stated.

The little girl turned and stared out the window.

After a moment of silence, Meghan began to wonder the young girl’s thoughts. She didn’t like thinking of her hating anyone or not seeing the good that Brandon may have to offer. She broke the silence with the hope of persuasion. “Sweetie, have you tried to talk to him?”

Amanda turned from the window and looked into the mirror. “No, momma. He smells like peanut butter.”

Meghan laughed out loud. The thought of someone smelling like peanut butter caused her to smile. As she continued to drive, she imagined a man of peanut butter odor asking her on a date. Pulling into the school entrance, she decided she would go on the date as long as the man was a true gentleman.

A true gentlemen with good taste.

Meghan parked and exited her door. As she opened the rear door of the vehicle, she noticed the young girl pulling against the restraints in the seat.

Meghan smiled. “Sweetie, just a minute, I’ll unbuckle you. Are you anxious to get to school?”

Amanda nodded and grabbed her backpack as the mother unbuckled the car seat. As soon as the buckle was undone, Amanda began to slither between the door of the car and the mother’s leg.

“Hey, come here. Give me a kiss,” Meghan shouted as the young girl took off running toward the door.

As Amanda stood on her tip toes, the mother bent down to kiss her. “Your momma loves you, Amanda.”

Amanda tugged on her overweight back pack. “Love you.”

“Remember, everyone and everything has a purpose, okay?” Meghan said as her daughter walked away.

Amanda nodded a sharp exaggerated nod.

Meghan laughed. “Get going.”

As Amanda turned and ran toward the school door, the mother wondered how she could ever go a day without seeing her. Next year would certainly be a challenge. Living in a small suburb had advantages, but nothing could shelter her from the fact that her only daughter was going to grow up.

Two more weeks of school, the summer, and Amanda would be gone. Meghan smiled as she watched Amanda pull the door open to walk into the school. As the young girl walked past the glass door, she turned and waved. That, standing alone, provided the mother all the reason in the world to smile.

And she did.

Meghan got into the car and drove along the paved drive away from the school. Driving into the sun, she noticed what was left of the now forgotten winter on the front of the car. The filth of a few snowstorms from early March made a mess of the city, and of her once clean Mercedes SUV. Now well on its way to May, the threat of snow was over. Meghan was prideful of her Mercedes; and the winter’s grime made it look cheap and not unlike all of the other cars on the road.

Cleaning the car, relaxing with a cup of coffee, and an early lunch quickly became the plan to get the mother through the child’s school day.

The secluded car wash was a departure from her typical route, but the car wash was a self-service type. Something about washing the car was satisfying to her - a form of reassurance that she didn’t necessarily need a man in her life.

As she drove into the car wash, she was relieved that there were no lines. It should take her twenty minutes to wash the car, and then she could relax at the coffee shop for a good part of Amanda’s school day. As she parked the car in the stall she reached for her purse.

As she sat in the stall, a white BMW sedan watched from the road that accessed the car wash. Calmly, the driver tapped his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the music. Somewhat impatient, the driver took a sip from his cup of coffee as the music continued to play.

As Meghan opened the door of her SUV and stepped into the wash bay, she thought of her daughter and smiled.

The driver placed his coffee back in the cup holder and inched forward toward the entrance.

As she fed her bills into the change machine, the white sedan inched toward the stall directly behind her. The driver smoothly turned the car in a semi-circle, and backed into the stall next to the vacuum machine. The maneuver went unnoticed by the woman.

Ryan reached into his pocket and removed two quarters for the vacuum. As he stepped out of the car, he admired the tone of the woman’s skin. This, to him, was his most important victim. This would allow the game to begin. The game would fuel him to continue, and the continuance would assure him of his calculating nature.

They were wrong about me,
he thought as he placed the quarters in the machine.

As he began to vacuum the car, Meghan turned and faced him for a split second. Her smile caused him a brief moment’s satisfaction. Satisfaction, in this form, was something that he cherished.

As she turned back toward the machine, he removed an eight-inch long piece of tape, handcuffs, and a Taser from the trunk. Fluidly, he approached Meghan from behind. As his hand cupped her mouth, he pulled one of her arms behind her back. With the tips of his fingers, he secured the tape over her mouth. The entire process took less than three seconds.

As he pulled her other hand to her back, he secured the loose handcuff. Swiftly, he picked her from her feet, and took three long steps to the trunk of the car. Carefully lowering her in the trunk, he pulled the vacuum hose and placed it back into the retainer beside the machine.

Ryan closed the trunk of the car and scanned the lot for any witnesses. Satisfied that there were no onlookers, he pushed his hands into the front pockets of his slacks, inhaled through his mouth, and grinned.

As he exhaled through his nose, his mouth twisted into a smirk. Content with his accomplishment, he pulled his hands from his pockets, opened the car door, and got in.

He buckled his seat belt, shifted the car into gear, and pulled from the lot. He drove away quite certain that there would be no one who could hear his new passenger. He had reinforced the trunk with sound deadening material and another inner layer of steel. The ten mile ride to his home would be unnerving to his new passenger, but would provide him no displeasure what so ever.

He removed his coffee cup from the cup holder and took a long drink. As he turned the music volume up, he pressed his index finger to his eye, against the lid. His eye twitching bothered him. To him, it was a sign of weakness. A sign of nerves. A sign of incompetence.

As he pressed his finger against his eye, his mind filled with wonder.

The thought of someone willingly forfeiting their life was fulfilling to him.

The real question was who?

Who would be
first
?

Incompetent?

Not in the least, he thought.

Not in the least.

CHAPTER THREE

QUADRUPLETS?

THREE.
Confused and scared, Meghan pressed her feet against the inner walls of the trunk. The inner structure of the trunk, regardless of where she pressed her feet, was solid. She shifted her body and pressed her feet into the corners, attempting to kick out a taillight. Again the feeling of reinforcement discouraged her.

This obviously wasn’t his first, she thought. Wonder filled her.
Why me? What does he plan to do? Will I ever see Amanda again?
The confusion turned to frustration and the frustration evolved into anger. She kicked harder.

And she began to cry.

She shifted to her side to relieve the pain in her arms. She had never been arrested, and at no time had ever been handcuffed. There was something about being bound that had always interested her, especially since her divorce from Mark. The darkness of the trunk began to sooth her. She closed her eyes, counted to three, and opened them again.

No difference.

She moved her arms, and found a position that was comfortable. As she attempted to pull her wrists apart, the metallic sound of the handcuffs reassured her that she not going to escape. She closed her eyes and became hypnotized by the repetitive sound of the car tires on the roadway beneath her.

Her thoughts moved from her current situation to her past. She began to think of her marriage, before Amanda was born. She and Mark were best friends that decided to marry. Based on their past experiences and love for each other, she had felt as if the marriage would last forever. She closed her eyes and recalled a time when they first moved in together as newlyweds.

They were having a talk about sex over breakfast. The home they had moved into was a in a nice neighborhood, and large enough for the family they had planned. The kitchen was large, and had an eating area at the end of the kitchen. Seated at the table, she had started a discussion with Mark about her sexual desires.

“Would you consider tying me up?” Meghan asked Mark.

“I guess I don’t understand why,” Mark responded with a look of confusion.

“I think it would be exciting,” Meghan stated.

Mark chuckled. “Exciting? What about being tied up is exciting?”

“I think I would like it. When I think about it, it makes me wet, Mark. It excites me. I really don’t know why,” she explained.

“No, I don’t think I’d like it. It’s about what we
both
like, you know. What we want to share, right?”

After some consideration, she nodded.

“Anything else?” he asked.

She thought of Mark forcing himself on her, holding her down, and slapping her. The thought of it excited her greatly. She yearned to be taken, sexually. Forcefully assaulted, held down, called names, and slapped.

Against her will.

She knew, of course, she would be willing. The thought if her inner fantasies confused her. Since she was a teen, these thoughts were often recalled as she masturbated. The reason, to her, for the feeling of desire toward this forceful act was not clear. She rubbed her neck with her hand and responded.

She stood from her chair. “No, that’s it.”

“Don’t get mad and leave,” he said.

She turned her cereal bowl for him to see. “I’m not mad. I’m finished.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Okay. I just don’t want you getting mad over this. It creeps me out to think about choking you, holding you down, or slapping you.”

“I understand. It was just a thought. You know, role play,” she said.

He chuckled. “Put on a school girl skirt, that’s role play.”

The thought of it made bile rise in her throat. Thinking of grown men fucking school girls wasn’t something that appealed to her. She stood at the sink and wondered why being raped or choked appealed to her so much. Frustrated, she rinsed her bowl and stepped from the sink.

“I’m going to go for a run,” she said.

He extended his arm and stopped her in mid stride. “You’re not disappointed?”

“No, not at all,” she lied.

He puckered his lips in an exaggerated fashion. “Okay, kiss me.”

She kissed his lips lightly and stepped around him. The disappointment was hard for her to hide. She wondered if she could live her entire life without having her true sexual wants, needs, desires, and fantasies fulfilled.

The rear of the car jolted, bringing Meghan from her relaxed daydreaming state. Although she opened her eyes, the darkness enveloped her. As the car jolted again, she blinked her eyes.

Speedbumps?

She shifted her weight on her hips, attempting to get more comfortable. As she twisted her torso, she realized she had become sexually aroused. Somewhat uncomfortable in her state of arousal, she twisted her hips, and attempted to roll onto her back.

Soaking. Wet.

As she felt the car turn a corner, she gritted her teeth and clenched her jaw. By her calculations, she had been in the car for fifteen minutes or so. The entire time, she had allowed herself to be filled with sexual thoughts, and not of her daughter. As the guilt began to build, she felt the car come to a stop.

The sound of her breathing filled the trunk. There was virtually no transference of outside noise into the trunk. As the car pulled forward, she blinked her eyes. She felt as if she could hear her heart beat.

Stopped again.

The vehicles engine was shut off.

She took a deep breath.

As she exhaled, the trunk opened. She squinted at the introduction of light to the trunk. She blinked several times and looked into the eyes of her captor. A handsome man in his late twenties or early thirties stood over her and smiled a soft smile. She shifted her weight, pushed against the trunk floor with her elbow, and sat upright.

“My name is Ryan Capshaw. I have no reservations in telling you this. You can think about why later. I’m going to remove you from the trunk, and I will do so carefully. Please, for your safety, don’t resist. There’s nowhere for you to go, and escaping is not an option.”

He spoke very clearly and with a soft voice.

She blinked her eyes and lay still.

“I will not remove the tape from your mouth until we are at our destination. Additionally, I will place a hood over your head before I remove you from the trunk. If you are going to participate in your relocation favorably, please blink your eyes twice.”

She blinked twice.

“To assure me that you understand, blink
once
again.”

She blinked once.

He motioned toward the trunk with his index finger. “Most excellent. I’m going to cover your head now. The sitting up, that was impressive. Most are incapable.”

As Ryan gestured toward the trunk Meghan noticed the watch on his wrist. For a moment she focused on his left hand and the watch that was on his wrist.

Most are incapable
, she thought. This is not his first time doing this. She began to wonder about Amanda, and what she may be doing. The thought of her daughter being alone or with a stranger made her feel uneasy. She shifted her weight and looked up at Ryan. As his hand moved toward her head, she attempted to look at the face of his watch.

He pulled his arm from the trunk and squinted.

“The time? Are you concerned with the time? Or are you staring at something else?” he asked as he quickly pulled his hand from in front of her face.

She nodded.

“Interesting. Certainly.” He rotated his wrist toward his face. “Ten thirty sharp.
Now
, are you ready?”

Meghan nodded again.

He placed the hood over her head. “Fabulous, here we go.”

Once again, darkness enveloped her. Meghan’s face now covered with the black hood, she could hear herself breathe. Each time she exhaled, the hot breath surrounded her face. Gently, his hands grasped her upper arms and began to pull her from the trunk.

He lifted her from the trunk. “I’m going to carry you for a moment, don’t thrash around.”

Meghan felt one arm around her shoulders and the other beneath her thighs. As he walked, she counted the steps.

Seven.

Stairs.

A door.

Twenty-two steps.

Another door.

Stairs.

Six steps.

He lowered her to the floor.

“Straighten your legs.”

Something about Ryan’s voice was calming. He spoke very clearly, concisely, and without hesitation in his voice.

As Meghan felt her feet touch the floor, she stood erect and straightened her shoulders. She felt his hands removing the hood. As the hood cleared her eyes, the dim light brightened the room enough for her to see.

Meghan heard faint voices in the rear of the room. Thoughts of what would be next began to fill her mind. As he folded the hood and placed it in his rear pocket, he looked at her and smiled.

“Loud noises tend to disturb me. I have faith that you’ll be quiet.” Ryan removed the tape from her mouth in one swift pull.

Meghan looked around the large room and moved her lips freely, grateful that the tape had been removed.

He gestured toward her waist. “Turn for me, please. Face away from me.”

Meghan turned around. She felt his chest against her back as his left hand tightened around her neck. She could feel his hot breath on her neck as her cuffed hands were pulled away from her back.

“I’m going to remove your hand cuffs now, and we’ll have a short talk. Once again, I prefer this be without incident. Do you understand?” he breathed into her ear.

Meghan nodded.

The feeling of Ryan’s hand on her neck relaxed her. As he reached for the cuffs, she exhaled and became limp against the hand around her neck.

As the handcuffs were removed, Meghan rotated her wrists, thankful for the freedom to move her arms freely again. A quick scan of the large room revealed nothing to her out of the ordinary. For all practical purposes, the room was empty. By her calculations and experiences it was approximately thirty feet wide and sixty feet long. Several doors were around the perimeter of the room, one of which was large and appeared to be steel.

Although Meghan could hear the voices beyond the steel door, she was unable to understand their conversations. As he released her throat from his grasp, she exhaled a sigh of disappointment.

Put your hand back
, she thought.

She turned and looked at Ryan with eyes of wonder. As he began to speak, she focused on his eyes. An odd shade of grey with very long eyelashes, she had never seen such eyes on a man.

“Inviting, aren’t they?” Ryan asked.

“Excuse me?” Meghan muttered.

“My eyes. They’re quite inviting,” he responded.

Meghan blinked her eyes and nodded.

“You interest me, Meghan,” he stated.

She smiled. The smile of pleasure quickly turned to curiosity. “You know my name?”

He stood before her with the handcuffs dangling from his right hand. “By all means. This was not a random abduction, Meghan. The details are not something I prefer to discuss, at least not now. I am going to explain some things to you. Listen carefully.”

She nodded.

He placed the handcuffs in the rear pocket of his slacks. “I’m going to place you in a room with three other women. You’re free to roam in the room. There is a bathroom, shower, toiletries, clothes, refrigerator, microwave, and music. Tomorrow, I will have additional instructions for you all. I want to make a few things extremely clear, are you paying attention?”

Meghan studied him as she spoke. She was five foot ten, tall for a woman. He appeared to be at least five or six inches taller, making him at least six foot two or three. He was very handsome, and appeared very well put together underneath his tan slacks and white dress shirt.

“Meghan, are you paying attention?”

His voice brought her back to the reality of the situation.

“Yes, I am. Sorry,” she responded.

“Each of the women has been given the same instructions. If anyone attempts to harm me, overpower me, or escape, they will be killed immediately. The remaining women will all be killed after the attempted attack, one after another. Do you understand?” he asked.

Meghan attempted to swallow, but her dry throat prevented it. The dryness made her uncomfortable. She stared into his eyes and nodded.

“If anyone attempts to break anything in the room, or to fashion a weapon from any of the articles in the room, regardless of whether or not it is used against me in an attack, everyone in the room dies – one after another – beginning immediately following my awareness of something being broken. Do you understand?”

Oddly, Meghan felt calm. Considering the situation, she consciously thought of her lack of fear, and began to wonder if it would last. She blinked her eyes, studied Ryan’s face, and forced herself to smile.

“Splendid. Tomorrow this will all begin to make some sense to you. I allow everyone one question, Meghan. You ask, and I will answer truthfully. This is not an invitation for an open discussion, but an opportunity to ask one question and have it answered.  Think about what you’re asking, and make certain it is something you want to know the answer to,” he said in a soft monotone voice.