Another week passed with more advances from Kozak and more rejections from her. She left the lab late that evening. She unlocked her door and got inside. Suddenly a man wearing a black ski mask got into the passenger seat. She gasped. He pointed a gun at her. "Drive," he said.
"Do you want my car?" Her voice was shaky. "You can have my car."
"Maybe," he said slightly amused.
"I have money."
"Money? I'm not worried about a lack there of right now."
"This is about," she swallowed hard. "Strictland then? I-I didn't tell anyone." She wiped tears before they fell.
"This about you staying calm and us going for a ride."
They drove for 10 long minutes and she tried to think of a way to get another driver's attention to let them know she was in trouble. She wiped her face more frequently the further out of town they drove. "So this isn't about Strictland then?" She asked again fearfully.
"No, I don't know who you're talking about." She took a breath of relief at least she could rule that out. If it had been about that she'd be dead for sure but know she didn't know. He finally stopped pointing the gun at her. She let out a long shaky breath. They drove 10 more minutes out to a remote area. "Stop, right here's perfect." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a phone. He sat sideways with his left arm draped over the back of the seat. Gun in his left hand, phone in his right. He pointed it at her on camera mode. "Mkay, now, take your shirt off." She hesitated.
"What? No."
"Take it off or I'll take it off for you."
"Ok, ok."
"Do it slow. Do it slow," he directed. She removed her shirt revealing a light pink lacy bra.
"Now the bra."
"What?"
"The bra, take it off."
"I'm not taking it off," she said bravely. He put the camera phone on the dash. Reaching into his oversized coat he pulled out a knife.
"I'd really rather you take it off." Her trembling hands took it off her but kept her hands over herself to salvage some dignity. He put the knife away and retrieved the camera. "Do you like your breasts played with?" Her voice was caught in her throat. "Say 'mmm yeah.'" She repeated as she was told. "You do? That's hot. Now take your pants off." Horrified by the request.
"I don't want to do this. Don't do this." He just pointed the gun at her again.
"I don't want to have to make a mess of you. It would be such a waste."
"Could you, could you at least put the camera off?"
"Stop asking questions and do what I told you," he said harder. She complied. "Keep going, that's right, keep going. Now tilt your seat all the way back and run your hands up and down your body," he told her in a low sleazy tone. She did so but also cried making her actions in vain. "Be sexy, touch yourself," She did as she was told. "Touch yourself down there." She covered herself and cried. He sighed and paused the camera. "Look," he began softer. "If you go along with this you're not going to get hurt, ok?" She looked to him trying to discern if he was telling the truth. "Now, come on." She began hesitantly still not knowing what it is he wanted from her. "Yeah just like that." He watched her for awhile. "I got something for you." he went on to say. He took something out of his oversized coat. She was shocked to see it was a vibrator.
He instructed her to disrobe completely and use the device her gave her. He gave her more sleazy lines to repeat. He told her to pleasure herself till she reached orgasm while keeping the camera on her the entire time. No matter how full of apprehension she was, her body reacted to the bliss the toy was giving her. When she was finished, shameful and sweaty he told her to put her clothes back and threatened if she told the police that he'd come back for her.
She felt she was going to be raped and murdered but she wasn't and thought the whole thing was strange and utterly terrifying. She drove home shaking in tears of humiliation, anger and relief. The whole thing was really very bizarre and it made no sense to her. She thought of calling the police and reporting it but she already had a death threat hanging over her head. She didn't want to invite one to actually follow though on it. She didn't see his face and couldn't give an accurate description if who had taken her anyway.
Back home, she took a long shower.
In the early morning she searched her car for her missing panties, they were no where to be found. She thought maybe they fell out of the car or the pervert took them with him.
She had been summoned into Kozak's office again and she had got there early. Normally she wouldn't just go in but this time was different. She was feeling bolder. She sat in the chair and waited for him looking out the large window in back of his desk. She decided to get up and take a closer look. She walked up to the window and looked out. She sighed and turned around. She noticed his computer screen. Her eyes grew large. The video was opened and paused in a media player. It was her, barley dressed, sitting in her car, during the worst night of her life. It was then that Kozak came in. "Why, why do you have that?" She asked shocked.
"Cuz I wanted it," he said like a spoiled child.
"You, how did you get that?"
"Well um, I orchestrated that," he said as a matter-of-factly.
"You…did that?" She asked horrified.
"He didn't bring you any bodily harm did he? I told him not to."
"Told him not to! You told him to terrorize me!" In a rage, she shoved his computer off his desk. He grabbed her, holding her arms at her sides.
"Calm down, calm down. He only took a little video," he reasoned.
"That was humiliating and I thought I was going to die you fucking psycho!"
"But you didn't, not a scratch on you, in fact, and you got an orgasm out of it." She thrashed about kicking and swearing at him. "Shh, shh, not so loud. Is it really that bad that it was me?" he asked smugly. She looked at him. "Think about it. You could work in a lab anywhere in the country but you've stayed here for the past 6 years…and it's not because you're in love with this city." She looked at him in shock. She took the opportunity to stomp on his foot causing him to release her. He grunted and caught her from behind. "The lady doth protest much," he said into her ear.
"I want no part of this or you. Let go of me right now."
"Oh come now, your moral high horse doesn't have any legs to stand on here." He turned her to face him. "This place, where you chose to work, covers up many atrocities committed against life everyday. They are all swept neatly, under, the rug."
"I'm not ok with that I'm not," she said, wiping tears before they fell.
"As for me, I brought you into this to bring us together because I know, what you want." She tried to push out of his arms again.
"You're twisted and sick. You killed Larry."
"Collateral damage," he stated. She looked at him shocked.
"You're a monster."
"Oh hush; you knew how resourceful, determined, and hungry I am. You want me."
"I," she tried to protest. He grabbed her butt and held her to him.
"You know it and I know it," he said as a matter of factly. She trembled and gripped his suit collar.
She never suspected he knew her desire for him. They had always been professional with each other, up till recent events. When she did think of him she concluded that she probably wasn't his type anyway.
"I'm completely starved for you," he continued. Utterly voracious."