Chapter 4: Second Victim

Chapter 4: Second Victim

In a parked car, a figure dressed totally in black was watching down the country road as the light went out in a second story window of a large house. Already most of the lights in the few houses visible were turned off, the residents snuggled warm in their beds. This was an area of expensive homes on large lots, occupying the foothills above the sprawling city. The figure had been waiting patiently for a couple hours, waiting for the target to retire for the night. The disappearance of the light in the bedroom window told that time was now.

Slowly the dark figure pulled on gloves made of thin leather. The hood sat on the passenger seat. In the back seat was a leather satchel with all the equipment for that night’s venture. Glancing at the clock on the dashboard, the figure forced itself to wait. Give the target time to slip into the arms of Morpheus. When thirty minutes had passed, the gloved hand reached for the hood. It was made of black spandex with only eyeholes breaking the surface. The figure could easily breathe through the stretchable material. A quick look to assure no cars were coming, and the figure slipped out and dashed along the road towards the now dark house.

There were locks and an alarm system, as would be expected of a wealthy residence, but they presented little problem to the intruder. Most of the sensors for the alarm system were on the ground floor. At the rear of the house, stored in a shed, was a ladder. Carefully that was placed against the overhang of the patio to give access to the upper story. In a few minutes, the almost invisible figure was cutting through a glass window to gain access to the interior. The window granted entry into an unused bedroom usually reserved for guests. Leaving the satchel in the hallway, the figure crept along to the bedroom it sought. The door was open and, by a dim nightlight, a sleeping figure could be seen on the large bed.

It was very easy to silently slip up to the bed and attached one of the cuffs of a pair of handcuffs around the sleeping woman right wrist. Clicking the cuff shut did not wake her. She did stir some when the other hand was brought over and locked in the other cuff. She awoke suddenly when the blanket was pulled off her. By the time she was fully awake, the figure had circled her right ankle with a rope loop and was winding it around the bed leg at that corner. She pulled hard enough to force the leg to spread. As the other ankle was being roped, the woman tried to sit up and loudly protested, “What the hell are you doing! Stop that!”

At that point, the figure displayed a small automatic, waved it in the general direction of the young lady, and motioned with the index finger of the other hand held up to lips in a universal gesture for silence.

The woman, a rather good looking young woman somewhere in her mid-twenties, jerked at her handcuffed wrists then tried to pull back her left leg. But the rope was already around it and being pulled towards the other corner. “Stop this!” she insisted, but not as loudly as before. “I’ll scream,” she threatened.

The threat only earned her a hard jerk on the rope that forced her legs into a wide V. She managed to sit up as the knots were being tied to hold the legs spread widely. “I mean it. I’ll scream,” she repeated.

The figure, having finished with the binding of her legs, stood and looked down upon the restrained woman. By the dim light, it was obvious that she possessed a fine body, slender but curvy in the right places. She wore only a tee shirt and a pair of panties, so it was easy to note the ample breasts and slender waist. The bare legs were a bit on the skinny side for his taste, but very nice, nevertheless. Her hair was black, of medium length and shaped into bangs so that it framed her face.

She held out her joined hands and again demanded that the cuffs be removed or she would loudly call for help. Her request being ignored, she made good on her promise and yelled, “Help!” loudly. That was followed by, “Police! Someone call the police!”

The only reaction that brought forth was that the bed was pulled away from the wall a couple of feet. That was so the figure could kneel at the head of the bed and attached a thin chain around the leg there. The chain was passed over to the other leg and locked there with a small padlock. Another length of chain was taken from the satchel along with two additional padlocks.

The target had been struggling against the cuffs, but gaining only sore wrists and not a single step closer to freedom. She tried to pull her legs together but failed in that effort as well. Realizing that struggles against the restraint were useless, she hollered for help a couple more time but ceased when the figure knelt on the bed beside her. Trying to pull away to the side did not work very well, and her shackled wrists were grabbed. The last link of the second chain was locked to the center links of the handcuffs with a small padlock. The figure went to the top of the bed, pulling the chain along. Kneeling, the chain was brought down to the one linked between the bed’s legs. Pulling on the chain forced the girl’s hands to come up, pass her face, and then stretch out towards the top of the bed. The pressure on the chain forced her arms straight over her head and stretched her body.

With her arms stretched out and her hands useless, her voice took on a nervous tone. “What do you want?” she asked. “You want money?” The question went unanswered. A moment later, she turned to pleading. “Please don’t hurt me.”

The figure was going back to the leather bag as the woman tried to quell her fear. “My husband is wealthy. He can pay you money. Is that what you want?” No answer. “I’ll do anything you want,” she offered, hoping to placate this intruder.

The lack of response convinced her that money was not the goal of this intruder. Which left a more horrifying alternative. She was a pretty woman with a good figure that turned men’s heads. The idea of being ravished scared her to the core, but at least she would survive that. Other possibilities she refused to think about. The world was filled with sadistic, sick men. Just listen to the evening news. She began to tremble as she nervously tugged at the handcuffs and ropes.