The Abduction, Part Two

George sped the car around and hurried to see if he could find the other end of the hole in the wall.

‘You stupid idiot,’ Lenny screamed at George. ‘Why didn’t you check here for this?’ he gestured behind him towards the wall.

‘I’m sorry Lenny’ George apologised profusely even though this was not his fault. Lenny had never thought to check for a gap either, yet because George was a submissive soul he took Lenny's criticisms to heart. He felt it was his fault and he tried to rectify the situation.

To quote Captain Jean Luc Picard of the Star Trek Enterprise, George screamed ‘evasive manoeuvres!’

George dodged and navigated the road like a daemon possessed. Finally he found the other side of the wall but it was too late. The gap opened up to a cluster of housing estates. Lenny kept his eyes peeled but was not hopeful at that stage to find the girl.

‘We’ve lost her!’ Lenny screamed loudly.

George nodded in agreement. They went up and down the rows of houses and bickered back and forth as they went until darkness was upon them.

‘I give up’ sighed Lenny.

George once again nodded in agreement so they went to go on the road home.

‘The girls will be wondering where we are,’ Lenny said referring to the other five girls they had captive back at their enclosure.

Lenny shouted ‘wait!’ making George jump out of his skin.

‘Is that her?’ Lenny thought out loud. He pointed to a small red hatted figure walking her dog. Lenny started to beam with joy.

George just sighed with relief. He had passed the girl, Lenny looking back just to make sure it was her. They locked eyes.

‘Assume the position’ Lenny ordered as George turned around a roundabout to double back on himself. George pulled over and scrambled into the back as Lenny manoeuvred into the driver’s seat.

There wasn’t any traffic. The road was lit but deserted.

‘What about the dog’ George asked wanting to be prepared.

‘Kill it if you have to!’ Lenny barked. ‘I just want the girl!’

 

George slid the door to the vehicle open. ‘Ready’ he said, and gave Lenny the signal to hit the gas.

Lenny turned off the headlights and slowly advanced towards the girl before he screeched to a stop just in front of her. the abduction was quick and seamless. Lenny and George were pros at it at this stage. George grabbed the girl by the waist and pulled her in the door of the car. They had taken out the seats in the back of it for that purpose. He had taken her before she even knew what was happening.

The dog, a Jack Russell, had a harness on him and ended up in the car as well.

‘Get that dog out!’ Lenny yelled ‘and close the door.’

The girl screamed and wouldn’t let go of the lead. The dog went to bite George.

‘George!’ Lenny screamed ‘the door!’

George panicked and took a knife out of its ankle holster. He cut the lead in half, and drop kicked the dog out of the vehicle. It made a loud yelp but it meant George could close the door. The girl screamed uncontrollably as he did so. Just as the lock clicked and Lenny sped away George turned the knife to her. She recoiled as far as she could, her mouth open but no sounds would come out, like she was under water.

Lenny started to drive properly and shouted ‘everything ok back there?’

‘It will be in a minute’ replied George.

 

George could hear the faint sound of music. He then realised the girl had her headphones on under her hat. He pulled off the hat and then the headphones, and threw them with such force against the side of the car that they smashed and ceased to emit that awful noise that came out of them. Her blood red hair with blue tips was in a pony tail.

George grabbed her by it and screamed into her ear ‘shut the fuck up!’ With that her screams died down.

George began to let her go. He took black cable ties out of his pocket and explained that he was about to tie her wrists and ankles together.

She looked up at him doe eyed and nodded. She couldn’t have been more than 14. She had a nose ring, a tongue stud, and her eyebrow was pierced, not to mention all the holes in her ears with hoops that came out of them. She was perfect, not like any other they had ever taken.

As George bound her legs together, she spat at him. That was the one thing George hated more than anything else. He wiped the spit off his eye brow and looked at her so menacingly that she tried to recoil again but she had run out of space.

George, on his hands and knees, crawled up to her and made a sound that could only be described as a dog’s growl. She followed his lead and whimpered. He took out his knife again and rubbed it up her tied wrists, up her arm and over her shoulder until he reached her neck.

‘Will I?’ he asked.

She shook her head no.

Lenny was oblivious as he focused all his attention on the road.

As the girl shook her head the blade scraped her skin and a tiny drop of blood trickled into her black school coat. She had begun to cry silently. The tears poured out of her big brown eyes.

‘You have beautiful skin’ George continued. ‘It would be a shame to have a scar wouldn’t it?’

She nodded her head in agreement. George dragged the blade up her neck, over her jaw, and onto her cheek. He then turned it, sharp side up, and made a slice action against her skin. He smiled as she moaned in pain, blood pouring from the wound. George safely put away the knife and took a look at her.

 

‘Mmmm’ he pondered and looked at his handy work. ‘Yup, you need stitches’ he smiled.

The car moved onto a bumpier road.

George took out a dirty handkerchief and wiped the blood from the wound.

‘Oops’ he feigned remorse. He put his hand over his mouth and said ‘poor baby!’

Out came a needle and thread from a silver box in his pocket. It was a curved needle and normal black thread. No matter how many times he wiped the wound it still bled. He turned on the overhead light and threaded the needle. He lay the girl down so he could put a knee on her breast bone to keep her steady.

‘This is only going to hurt, well…’ he smiled sadistically, ‘only a lot!’ he let out a loud cackle before he punctured the girls face with the needle and thread as she screamed.

‘Everything good back there?’ Lenny enquired.

‘Yup’ was the answer he got back, so he drove and knew full well what George was up to as he looked in the rear view mirror that had been adjusted so he could see into the back. ‘I’ll let him at it.’ Lenny muttered under his breath.

The girl squirmed and screamed as George grabbed a chunk of bloody flesh. He abandoned that idea, and placed the needle beside the girls head and, with his knee still on her chest, he reached over to the drinks holder in the door of the car and pulled out a roll of duct tape, of which he ripped off a piece. His attention returned to the girl as he went to cover her mouth with it. Her eyes bulged as she saw the tape descend in the direction of her open mouth. George could feel a warm liquid touch his free leg. The girl had pissed herself.

With the screams now muffled, George’s head could focus on the task at hand – he needed to fix her face. Once again he went to stitch the gaping hole on her cheek. After he wiped it with the saturated bloody cloth once more so he could see what he was about to do , he took the needle off the floor of the people carrier beside the extra cable ties and inserted it into half of the open wound.

The girl’s screams were muffled under the duct tape which made George smile. He pulled the thread out and through the other side of the cut and tied it tightly with the only knot he knew how to do. He bit the end of the thread off with his teeth, his face millimetres from the girls. She had passed out from the pain. He repeated the process five more times before he was finished.

He took his knee from the limp girl’s body and crawled up to the driver’s seat covered in blood. ‘She’s out!’ he said to Lenny who instinctively opened the glove compartment to take out the small bottle of smelling salts. He rolled his eyes as he handed the bottle back to George.

‘Thanks pal’ George said as he gratefully took the smelling salts off him. George then crawled back to his unconscious captive as Lenny put on the radio. He didn’t really want to know what George had done to the poor girl.

‘Kill her’ he shouted back ‘and I kill you!’

George made sure the light above him was on and mumbled to himself ‘yup, gonna leave a scar!’ with a wide grin on his face. He lifted the limp girls head and put the bottle of smelling salts under her nose. She immediately woke with a start and started to try to scream as she looked up to a dirty, unshaven, scruffy man who smiled down at her. He had one of the most evil, hazardous smiles she had ever come across.

‘You’re awake then’ he said to her. ‘Lenny it worked’ he shouted towards the front of the vehicle and got thumbs up from Lenny who feared for the girl’s safety.

They had driven for 40 minutes and moved onto another rough surfaced road.

’20 minutes out’ Lenny shouted back at George who didn’t hear him because he was too focused on their new girl.

 

George once again took out his knife from its ankle holster. The girl recoiled and pulled herself into a ball rocking back and forth, tears reeling down her face and onto her wound making it sting which just made her cry harder. George pointed the knife at the girl’s neck.

‘I’m getting some alcohol from the cooler and pour some on the wound’ he explained with a grin.

He went to the cooler behind the driver’s seat and took out a beer. He took a long hard pull from it and poured the rest on her face. The girl shrieked in agony, ‘oh yeah, I forgot to tell you that it’s gonna sting.’ George feigned an apology.

‘Now’ he explained, ‘I’m going to take off the duct tape,’ he paused, ‘but you can’t scream or I’ll slit your throat,’ he threatened. ‘Understand?’

The girl quivering nodded her head with fear in agreement. Knife at the ready, George took off the duct tape. To his surprise she stayed quiet, well almost; there was a barely audible whimper which George let her have. He noticed that the tape left a very raw looking mark on and around her mouth. Dots of blood oozed out of the girl’s top lip here and there which made George smile.

The girl had mucus flying from every orifice. Tears came from her eyes, snot from her nose and drool from her mouth. Plus she had already pissed herself so George waited for the shit to hit the fan so to speak.

 

George felt the terrain beneath the wheels shift again; he knew he didn’t have long.

‘What’s your name?’ he demanded.

‘Jacqui’ replied a soft shaky voice. She was petrified.

‘Well Jacqui I’m George’ he introduced himself formally, ‘and that lunatic in the front is Lenny’ George pointed.

Lenny was too busy in his attempt to navigate the dirt roads to do or say anything. He hated to drive but George was better at subduing the girls. Besides, it made George feel important. Everyone who had ever known them knew Lenny was the boss and that George, like a puppet, did everything that was asked of him.

‘Are you going to kill me?’ asked the petrified Jacqui, staring at the point of the knife George unbeknownst to himself still had pointed at her. He looked into her deep brown eyes with pinpoint pupils and following her gaze he said ‘oh yeah,’ and put the knife away. Jacqui’s eyes closed in relief, a tear fell onto her cut making her wince.

‘Answer me!’ she demanded.

‘Hey, hey, hey!’ George scolded grabbing her by the hair. ‘I’m in charge here!’ she looked at him in shock. ‘Do I need to take out the knife again?’ he asked calmly.

‘No sir, sorry sir’ she said looking at her so he let her go.

‘Good!’ replied George with authority. ‘Now,’ he started, after he looked out the window and saw the undulating hills in the background, he knew full well that they were nearly there and that he only had a few more minutes left alone with Jacqui. He wanted to frighten the shit out of her but the moon dancing on the lake was in view which indicated the enclosure. He did the only thing that came to mind. George quickly pulled on Jacqui’s legs and straightened her out.

‘What are you …….?’ Jacqui started to say before George stopped her.

‘D d d d d d d d d d d!’ he sounded and put his finger on her lips.

George lay down beside his prize who once again started to cry. He had his face right beside hers. She looked at the ceiling as he brushed a piece of hair from her mouth and moved it behind her right ear. Her eyes bulged in terror. George didn’t need to do any more to her. The fear that exuded her body was enough for him.

‘Just there now!’ Lenny shouted back.

‘Saved, just in the nick of time!’ George whispered to the quivering Jacqui. He could see sweat emerge from her pores. ‘Now, however, is when the fun part begins’ he started to explain, ‘you see, now, well now, you belong to me!’