Murder Me a favor

Part Seven

Vanessa gets into the passenger seat of the van. When she is settled, her nose is insulted by the horrendous smells of chemicals and other smells she can't identify. She looks over to the man driving the van, and her pulse quickens when she notices he is wearing rubber gloves. She sits back in the car's seat and tightens her seatbelt over her chest. Preparing herself for the worst case scenario. He looks over to her with hungry eyes, when he pulls over to the side of the road.

"What'd we stop for?" Vanessa asks the man. Looking over to the man with her heart beating out of her chest in fear. He turns in his seat towards her. She gives him a soft smile and slowly moves away from him putting her back against the passenger door. He moves his hand to his back pocket. Vanessa holds her breath, preparing for what he's about to do. He quickly pulls a dirty rag out of his back jeans pocket and launches himself at her rag in hand. She fights and flails her arms to try and defend herself. He places the rag over her face, she inhales the potent chemical, slowly fading into darkness. Once unconscious, the man opens his door and hops out of the van. He strides over to the passenger side, opening the door, letting Vanessa hang out the door. Her seat belt preventing her from falling onto the cold hard road. He undoes her seatbelt and watches her drop onto the pavement with a thud. He smiles as he bends over to pick her up. He swings her unconscious body over his shoulder and carries her to the back of his van. Inside the double van doors, lay the old, stained mattress that was there when Abby was in there. He throws her limp body onto the mattress and slams the doors after her. He jogs to the driver's side of the van and starts it up again. Driving off to the location.

Vanessa wakes up to a cold, dark area. So dark, she can't even see her hand in front of her face. She grips her head to try to ease the headache pounding against her skull. She tries to use her hands to try and figure out where she is. She feels something relatively soft under her but it's also rough. Then she pauses, she hears footsteps moving closer to her. They are so close, she feels they are in the same room as her. A searing pain spreads all across the right side of her face. She has just been punched. She hisses in pain and her hand instantly covers the area of impact. She hears the sound of heavy boots walk around her. But she doesn't move. She is frozen, concentrating all her energy into listening to the man walking around her.

"Get away from me." She hisses. Anger and fear building up in the pit of her stomach. A chill runs down her spine and up again when she hears a deep, hoarse laugh emerge from behind her. Hairs on the back of her neck stand straight up like soldiers at attention.

"You chose this for yourself sweetheart. You wanted to act like a slut, I'll treat you like one." He growls into her left ear, his breath laced with alcohol and muck. She holds in a gag as she inhales the atrocious smell. She yelps in pain and tears start to form as she is struck with a searing hot pain on her back. He whipped her, just as he did with Abby. She tries to get away but is pulled back by her ankles she hears the rattling of chains hitting against metal, when she realized that she is chained to a bed. She is suddenly regretting the choice to become bait.