Kidnapped in Dunvegan

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Everything around me was dark, impenetrable darkness. I felt a slight jolt and I was sure that I was lying in the trunk of a car. I groaned and tried to kick out at something, but my hands and feet were tied up like a package. How ironic, I thought. First off, Adam sent me a package and now I was his package. I tried to cry out, but the gag, which was pressed firmly against the corners of my mouth and was inside my mouth, absorbed any noise that I could have made.

Adam must have gone completely mad. Admittedly, a man who murdered and mutilated women was crazy anyway. But why did he let me go home and then send me incriminating evidence in order to kidnap me soon after? It didn't make any sense. I twisted and turned again and tried to do something to attract somebody's attention when the car came to a stop. My skull was pounding painfully from the struggle and I also felt dizzy. Unfortunately, I could only go on my feeling because I wasn't able to see if everything was whirling around me.

I must have dosed off, because the next time I woke up I was no longer lying in the trunk of a car. The sound of groaning and moaning had woken me up. I blinked to get rid of the veil in front of my eyes and tried to move. My hands were still tied up, but I could move my legs. Something uneven and hard pressed against my back. I blinked again and tried to find my bearings.

I was tied to a wall. Computer monitors were standing in front of me. One of the monitors showed Adam and I. This time the video couldn't shock me anymore because I knew that it existed. Think up something new, I thought angrily. The other monitor was divided into numerous images and it showed all the rooms in the MacLeod estate. One of the sections became larger and stood out from the rest when Adam entered the gallery. Alfred followed him.

"Molly has brought you a bottle of gin. I thought I would bring you a glass," said Alfred. Maybe the cameras were set up to react as soon as somebody entered a room. That was clever again, I granted Adam. This allowed him to film everything no matter where he undressed a woman.

The bright light of the monitor meant that I was able to observe nothing but shadows around me. It was cool and smelt of damp. I assumed that I was in the basement at Glenoak Hall. It should actually be possible for somebody to hear me from here, but the gag between my lips still prevented me from making anything more than a barely audible moaning sound.

I had a terrible headache and I felt sick and cold. The fetters were cutting into my wrists and my shoulders felt as if they were dislocated because they had been carrying my weight for who knows how long. The gag soaked with my saliva looked like it was going to tear off the corners of my mouth. I was also feeling terribly cold and the permanent shivering was causing even more pain to my body parts that weren't tied up.

The sex video on the monitor changed and a new female protagonist replaced me. It was the Italian girl. The woman who was being searched for by her upset sister. The sister to whom Adam had said that he didn't know where she was. I laughed bitterly. Maybe she was long since dead. She had been disposed of in the forests or thrown from the cliffs into the sea.

The woman let out a quiet sigh as Adam pushed her naked back against the wall and pressed his mouth against her nipples. His hand played between her legs and she rubbed herself against him. I looked away disgusted, but I couldn't block out the gasping of the Italian girl. I may have been able to shut my eyes, but I was powerless against listening to it. Even though I was tied up here to the wall and even if Adam had done these unbelievable things, I still felt a tinge of jealousy deep inside me. I wanted to cry out in frustration, but because that wasn't possible, I fidgeted manically.

I had to watch four more women who had had sex with Adam in different rooms. The constant heavy breathing was excruciating to listen to. If this was the torture that Molly had talked about, then I hoped that the DVD would soon come to an end. If it went on even longer, it would drive me insane. If I ever got the chance to kick Adam, I would make sure that it was in the balls. Why was he doing this? Did his ex-wife hurt him so much that she broke his psyche?