The man pushed her to the ground and sat down beside her, pulling her handcuffs out of her pocket and a roll of duck tape out of his
"Martin?" Sam asked nervously.
"How did you guess?" he sneered at her before pulling her upright so was kneeling.
"Give me the phone...I said GIVE ME THE PHONE!" He yelled the last four words in her ear making her jump which made him smile.
He loved the feeling of being in control of a police officer. With trembling hands, Sam passed him her phone. He grabbed it off her and stamped shattering it and rendering it useless.
He grabbed her hands, pulled them behind her back and cuffed them using Sams own handcuffs. He then pulled a bit of duck tape off the roll and placed it firmly over her mouth before dragging her upright by her hair and roughly shoving her forwards out the door and into the boot of his awaiting car.
Sam couldnt remember ever being more scared and the tears rolled down her cheeks as the car was reved to life and she was driven away.
She fully expected to be stuck in the car for hours but they had only been driving for about a minute before the car came to a halt and the engine died. She could hear cars passing and people laughing in the distance and knew she must be in one of the neighbouring streets. She waited for the boot to open, for him to drag her out and into some house where he could do whatever he fancied to her. Her blood ran cold as she remembered he was a rapist. Bracing herself for whatever came next, she looked up with a determined look on her face. She was not going to give Cooper the satisfaction of knowing how scared she was.
She waited one hour, then two, then three and still the boot was not opened. Just as she thought he might have abandoned her there she heard footsteps getting closer...closer...
The boot was flung open and before Sam had time to compose herself, he reached in and grabbed her, hauling her out of the boot where she collapsed on the ground. She was stiff and sore from being shut in that tiny space for hours.
"Get up!" he yelled at her.
She picked herself up from the ground and tried to steady herself. As she took in her surroundings she recognised the street as the one next to hers. She looked around her for a sign of life. Suddenly Sam realised why she'd been left in the boot for hours. There was no one around, no one to help her and every house was dark.
It must be the early hours of the morning she thought. Everyone would be asleep and if she called out through her gag Cooper would kill her.
To steer her mind away from these thought, she looked at the house in front of her. It looked like her own and it too was dark. It was in here, Cooper dragged her. He let go of her when they were inside and the door was locked and bolted. He dragged her up the stairs, up to the top floor then pushed her up a ladder into the attic. It smelt mouldy and was freezing cold. Sam shivered as she was pushed into a chair which sat in the corner of the room. Cooper unlocked her handcuffs and produced two lengths of rope: one for each arm.
When he was sure she was tied tightly enough and still firmly gagged he smirked at her and left, climbing backwards down the ladder leaving her with nothing but her thought.
She couldn't stop the tears coming now. She felt so alone and so scared. She thought of Phil, wondered waht he was doing now. He would probably be asleep, completely oblivious to the danger Sam was in.
She knew no one would have have noticed she was missing and no one would realise until morning when swhe didn't show up for work. This thought did nothing to comfort her as the tears rolled down her cheeks. She would be spending at the very least the remainder of the night tied to a chair, gagged and with only a rapist for company.
Samantha had never felt more alone