She struggled against the rope that held her wrists together above her head. She was lying on a couch, that much she could feel, and she was tied to what felt like a radiator at the end of it. She was blindfolded and had no clue where she was.
The day had started out normal enough. Nothing indicated everything was about to take a turn for the worst. She hadn't even felt like she was being followed. When she walked from the tunnel, a van had suddenly pulled up next to her. A man had jumped out and grabbed her from behind, dragged her into it, tied her hands behind her back and blindfolded her. She had never even seen his face. It all had went so fast.
"It's useless," a raspy voice suddenly spoke.
She let out a shriek of surprise. She didn't know the voice but it scared her. She suddenly felt a hand grab the robe between her wrists and shaking her arms up and down a bit.
"Completely useless. You can't get free," he said again.
"Please," she whispered.
"Begging is also useless although it is rather sweet that you'll try," he said in a amused voice. "Oh, and before you get the idea of trying it, so is screaming. No one will hear you so go ahead."
His hand let go off the rope and stroke over her face. She made a little sound as it ran further down over her breasts and down her stomach. He pushed her shirt up a bit and then she felt the tip of a knife landing on her stomach under her navel.
"What's your name?" He asked.
He already knew it but he wanted her to relax a bit. Well, as much as she could in the tense situation. She would know he wouldn't actually hurt her. She would know how this whole thing was gonna play out. Not in details, of course, that part was only for him to know but she would know the major plot of it all.
"Halina," she said lowly.
She held her breath in fear as his other hand popped open her jeans and pulled down the zipper.
"We're gonna have to much fun," he said and leaned into her ear. "My name's Dean. I hope you'll be screaming it soon enough."
