Authors Note: Despite some debate with my fellow Silence of the Lambs fans I think it's possible that Buffalo Bill would/ could keep a hostage. Not only for cooking and cleaning (I just can't imagine Bill over a stove top) but for a relationship. An unhealthy relationship but I think he might have craved companionship, someone to admire. There also isn't enough Buffalo Bill fan fiction out there in the world.
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I do not own the characters Buffalo Bill, Mrs. Littman and Clarice Starling. The wonderful Thomas Harris does.
Chapter 1
I could have escaped from him; I should have been able to escape from him. I took the self-defense class with the creepy instructor who insisted on using me in his demonstrations. I should have recognized the blue van as a potential danger and entered my car through the passenger door as the self-defense instructor insisted we all do. But I was tired from a long day at work and in that moment my only concern was getting out of the rain before my curls became a frizzled mess. Just as I finally found my key fob in my purse I felt a hand wrap around my waist and the other cover my mouth. I screamed and kicked but my efforts were futile compared to the brute strength of my attacker. The back doors of the van opened and I was thrown on to something that felt like an itchy couch cushion. This is all I could recall before I was hit with a blunt object and blacked out. I woke up in the darkness and could still feel that I was still lying on the itchy couch cushions. I heard the sound of crickets and a river outside. I tried to get up but my feet and hands were bound with zip ties. The sound of the river was silenced by a large splash followed by several smaller splashes. After few moments I heard a crescendo of footsteps coming back to the van, the door slammed shut and I heard the putter of the van engine come back to life. I considered kicking out the back taillight to draw attention to myself but the zip ties restricted my movements and I was unable to reach to back of the van. As if he could sense my intentions I felt the car pull over to the side of the road. I heard him unbuckle his seatbelt and climb into the back of the van. I thought about the ways I could escape but I figured that the only way I would be able to survive is if I stayed still and waited for a safer time to escape. This wasn't the time. He tightened the zip ties and I heard the sound of plastic being tapped. I was alarmed by the feeling of a needle going into my arm. My eyes flew open and I attempted to squirm away. "Damn bitch"! My attacker angrily shouted. I felt a pair of hands hold me down, unbothered by my kicking and screaming. I slipped into a cold darkness. When I woke my eyes were covered with a black cloth and my arms were tied around a cold pole.