Mean Girls Missing

34

August 6

5:20 pm

Stephanie

The hatch squeaked as it was pulled open. Samantha, seated beside me on the couch, jumped in reaction and hopped to her feet. Her fingers drummed together as her eyes frantically searched the room for something to reorganize or clean. As far as I was concerned, cement walls had never looked so fresh. She spent too much time trying to impress this freak, in my opinion, and she should think more about trying to find a way out of here.

Step by step, he appeared into view. Dark shoes, blue jeans, and a black polo shirt for today's outfit. His hair had been combed. Wow, the ultimate perv was trying to be suave with his looks. Too bad sickos didn't get my motor running.

"Hello, my darlings."

Sammi forced a smile. "Afternoon, Arnie." She nodded her head slightly.

Arnie stared at me. I glared right back at him. The silence became so prolonged I felt Samantha's eyes turn to me, urging me to speak. She was always so afraid of upsetting him or setting off his short fuse.

"Hello," I responded shortly.

Arnie stepped further into the room, checking to make sure the dishes had been completed, the floors had been swept and mopped, and he seemed to be happy with what he saw. "Which one of you wonderful girls cleaned this kitchen for me?"

I gestured towards Samantha. "It was Sam."

He fixated his gaze on her. She shifted her weight. "Oh, Samantha, you really make me proud." Arnie leaned in and pressed his lips on her forehead. "As a reward, you will get a personal date with me tomorrow night. We will take the private suite to ourselves."

My stomach twisted. My date with Arnie was tonight. I prayed harder than I ever had that he would forget about our 'special time' together. How did he possibly think that women wanted to go on dates and kiss him after he kidnapped them? He expects us to be his sex slaves that live underground so no one knows about us. That is a real sick motherfucker.

"Sounds great, Arnie, thank you." Sammi patted his shoulder.

He took a few strides until our faces were separated by mere inches. "And you, my precious," Arnie stroked my cheeks and chin. "We will take the private suite tonight and I have some surprises up my sleeve for you."

He puckered up and placed those slobbery lips against mine. It took all of my courage to give him a peck in response.

"How does that sound, princess?" he asked.

I faked my most genuine smile. "It sounds like we're going to have lots of fun."

He ate it up. Returning my grin, Arnie hovered his hands right above my boobs, staring at the line of cleavage between the fabric. I could see the gears turning in his brain. His eyes already had me in the private room, where he was undressing me to his desire. I hated every moment that he looked and appreciated my body. I'd never felt so ashamed of being curvaceous or busty before now.

"And Stephanie, you will wear black tonight. I'll come back in an hour."

With that, he turned on his heel and headed back up the staircase. The hatch was shut and we were locked in the dungeon alone, yet again. It was just like him to request us to wear a specific color. It usually factored in with his mood for the day, the type of date he had planned, or whatever else he had in his mind that we didn't know. Samantha gave an exasperated sigh before she collapsed onto the couch.