The cabin in the woods

He wasn't sure why exactly, maybe it was because she was upper class, but he wanted his place to look nice. Before he captured her, he fixed up the cabin a little. He cleaned up all of the garbage and put in a small fridge and a second-hand sofa. He fixed the broken window and put an old sheet over it, it was almost homey. He wanted this lover to be impressed. Heck, he didn't even touch her, other than to put her to sleep.

During the drive to the cabin, she woke up. She started to struggle in the back seat but he didn't mind.

"Shh Sandra, you're going to mess up your hair with all that fuss." He reached behind while he was driving, attempting to stroke her but he couldn't quite reach. He had made up his mind that he would take his time, she needed to understand the love he had for her and how he was going to help to set her free.

Aliss was slowly coming up from a deep fog when she realized that she was bound and gagged. There was a blanket on top of her, it smelled of old body odor and oil, the scent so strong it almost made her gag. She could hear the running of the car and felt the gentle bumps as it moved down the road. Her attempts at struggling seem to make the bindings tighter, so she stopped pulling on them. She heard him talking but couldn't quite register exactly what he was saying.

Aliss's heart was nearly pounding out of her chest, every nerve was on alive. Fear felt like a liquid fire slicking down to her core and the dizziness from what ever drug he had given her, increased along with the fear.

She had no idea where she was going, with whom or why. What Aliss did have was her mind. She knew she was going to have to calm down, fear wasn't helping. If she could calm down enough, she may be able to tap into anger, anger had always conquered her fears. Anger helped to clarify her mind and clear cobwebs away. Who the hell was he to take her without permission? There it is. Now go with it.

Aliss was usually the submissive during most of her life and relationships, but lately she had been getting stronger and more assertive. She was going to use that to get her through whatever was coming her way. He was not going to win.

It seemed like several hours had gone by when the car left the highway onto what she assumed was a gravel road. She tried her hardest to memorize the turns and twists along the way. Her arms and legs were aching from being bound into the same position for so long. Her hands were almost numb and she had a pounding headache.

It was almost another hour before the car came to a bumpy jerky stop. The driver left the car for a couple of minutes. He then came back to the trunk, opened it and moved objects out.

Aliss was slowly and gently trying to see if she could free herself from the bindings on her wrists. Her hands were bound behind her back so she couldn't see what it was, but it felt like zap straps. She had managed to free her face from the scarf with the noxious odor on it. While he was away from the car, she kicked her legs against the door as hard as she could, but there wasn't much space between her body and the door. Aliss struggled along the seat until her head came against the other door. Now maybe she would have enough space to kick her legs against the door again. Aliss wriggled enough to move from on her stomach to onto her side. This she thought may give her enough space and force to kick the door open.

Just when she was ready to kick, the cars' back door opened. This made a great opportunity to kick her captive. As hard as she could she kicked out towards the door. Thud! Her legs connected with him. This effort elicited a groan from him, but he was quick to grab the blanket and pull it out of the car, tossing it behind him. Then he grabbed her legs and pulled her towards the open door.

"Now Sandra, that wasn't nice," he spat out. "Do I need to help you to sleep again? Or will you be good?" He looked down at his prize, both disappointed and proud. She was spirited, he was going to like this.

Aliss knew that she wanted to keep herself conscious as much as possible so she settled herself down. She nodded no to him. She was surprised that he didn't bind her eyes or disguise himself. What was that look on his face? Adoration, curiosity? Was he simple minded?

Aliss decided she was going to cooperate. That way she could take the opportunity to check out her surroundings. Get some bearings and formulate an escape.

"Now, Sandra. I am going take the bindings from your legs. I want you to come with me. We are going to have a nice day at my cabin." With that he produced a large knife from his back pocket and cut her legs free. He was blocking the door and the whole while he held the knife between himself and her. There was no doubt in her mind that he would use the knife if she didn't comply.

"Why are we here? What are you going to do to me? Who are you? Where are we?" She peppered him with questions. Aliss didn't even realize it but tears were streaming down her face.

"Sandra, no more questions." He spat out the words while waving the knife. He was suddenly furious. He wasn't used to his 'dates' being awake or in some cases alive at this point. "Get the fuck out of the car!"

This was not going to be a good thing. She needed to keep him calm. She was going to have to remain as in control as she could. Pay attention and find a way out of this. As he backed up, she rose from the car. He pointed to the cabin with his knife. Just as quickly as he got angry, he was calm again.

"Go inside" he said.

Aliss thought this maybe be best time to make a run for it. And run she did. She only got a few feet before the butt of his knife connected with her temple. Down she went. The sweet surrender of unconsciousness took her.