(machismo kills)
Her constant praying ceased when it seemed the car was making a turn in a pike, probably exiting a highway. Maribel was acutely aware of every noise the car made, she strained her neck to listen better. Her right cheek had the imprint of a wrench on which she had rested her face all this time.
Her most cherished goal at this moment was to get that wrench in her hands. She used the tip of her nose to pull that wrench down. Then she changed her mind, for he would surely see it when she held it in her tied hands, and take it away from her.
Her constant praying ceased when it seemed the car was making a turn in a pike, probably exiting a highway. Maribel was acutely aware of every noise the car made, she strained her neck to listen better. Her right cheek had the imprint of a wrench on which she had rested her face all this time.
Her most cherished goal at this moment was to get that wrench in her hands. She used the tip of her nose to pull that wrench down. Then she changed her mind, for he would surely see it when she held it in her tied hands, and take it away from her.
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She changed her tactic and contorted her face to pick up the wrench with her lips. The rag was wet enough that it had stretched a bit and she was able to open and close her lips through the rag. She maneuvered the wrench with her lips to situate in her cleavage, and then lowered her head as far as she could stretch her neck, to push it in so that it would not be visible inside the corset she had chosen to wear today as well. Since it would not go in all the way, she maneuvered her body to press her cleavage against the wall of the trunk, finally driving the wrench in between the cushioned pillows of her breasts. It felt greasy and cold, but it was something
The car stopped, as well as her breathing. She decided to pretend to be still unconscious and hopefully catch him off guard. When the weight of the car shifted as he exited the driver’s seat, she put her face down as before and closed her eyes. Her heartbeat thundered inside her chest, hopefully this would not give her away. Dogs could detect the scent of fear, she must…she must pretend to be asleep.
Her resolution to be cool and collected crumbled like a deck of cards when the trunk opened and a gust of desert wind blew in, making an ominous wailing. This was a suitable background to her dire circumstances. Was it foretelling her of her imminent death? Was this it?
“NO!”
She peeked from a barely open slit of her left eye, and she made out the form of a man, who wielded a knife which reflected the moonlight. Her heart froze in terror as the knife wielded ever closer to her. He bent over her inert form to cut off the ropes which held her prisoner. Although she was free, there is no way she could have moved and gotten away as her limbs were totally numb.
He picked her up like a sack of potatoes and holstered her over his shoulder. Maribel could tell that he was of medium built, and smelled of cheap cologne and liquor. He was wearing black jeans, and as they moved away from the car, she could tell it was an old model burgundy colored sedan.
He stopped about fifty feet from the car and dumped her on the wooden porch of a depilated old house. It seemed abandoned because the windows were boarded up. While he was occupied trying to open the door, as she was on the floor of the dusty plank, she willed herself to get up and flee.
The car stopped, as well as her breathing. She decided to pretend to be still unconscious and hopefully catch him off guard. When the weight of the car shifted as he exited the driver’s seat, she put her face down as before and closed her eyes. Her heartbeat thundered inside her chest, hopefully this would not give her away. Dogs could detect the scent of fear, she must…she must pretend to be asleep.
Her resolution to be cool and collected crumbled like a deck of cards when the trunk opened and a gust of desert wind blew in, making an ominous wailing. This was a suitable background to her dire circumstances. Was it foretelling her of her imminent death? Was this it?
“NO!”
She peeked from a barely open slit of her left eye, and she made out the form of a man, who wielded a knife which reflected the moonlight. Her heart froze in terror as the knife wielded ever closer to her. He bent over her inert form to cut off the ropes which held her prisoner. Although she was free, there is no way she could have moved and gotten away as her limbs were totally numb.
He picked her up like a sack of potatoes and holstered her over his shoulder. Maribel could tell that he was of medium built, and smelled of cheap cologne and liquor. He was wearing black jeans, and as they moved away from the car, she could tell it was an old model burgundy colored sedan.
He stopped about fifty feet from the car and dumped her on the wooden porch of a depilated old house. It seemed abandoned because the windows were boarded up. While he was occupied trying to open the door, as she was on the floor of the dusty plank, she willed herself to get up and flee.
She was free at last! If only her body would respond “God Dammit!”
Maribel could barely holster her arms up a little bit to sustain her upper body. She tried to get up but fell, and then attempted to crawl out of there if necessary. This attempt to flee only resulted in alerting him of her conscious state. He grabbed her hair, and dragged her inside the house by the roots of her hair.
Maribel screamed in terror and pain. She finally caught a glimpse of her tormentor, he was in his late forties; he had dark brown skin, beady eyes, and sported a mustache. He looked as mean as he looked ugly.
-“SON OF A BITCH!” These were the first words wholeheartedly expressed by Maribel, when she was able to pull down her gag. This was received by an open handed slap on the face which cut open her upper lip.
-“YOU FUCKEN COWARD!” This accompanied with a wave of tears and spit full of blood. His response was to punch the lights out of her. She was rendered unconscious.
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To be continued...
Maribel screamed in terror and pain. She finally caught a glimpse of her tormentor, he was in his late forties; he had dark brown skin, beady eyes, and sported a mustache. He looked as mean as he looked ugly.
-“SON OF A BITCH!” These were the first words wholeheartedly expressed by Maribel, when she was able to pull down her gag. This was received by an open handed slap on the face which cut open her upper lip.
-“YOU FUCKEN COWARD!” This accompanied with a wave of tears and spit full of blood. His response was to punch the lights out of her. She was rendered unconscious.
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To be continued...
