The grab had been easy, almost too easy he felt but worth it. He had seen her one night on the way home from work as she walked down the street to the bus stop. He had seen her and his imagination was working quickly to form a plan. He watched her for the better part of a week seeing that she never deviated from her path, seemed very comfortable in her surroundings at 11:30 at night. It was good for him, made it easier he knew from past experience.

It had rained most of that day and into the night which made it easier for him he knew. He had pulled the van into the alley, killed the lights and waited. It was not a long wait as within minutes he saw her coming down the street her umbrella in front of her a bit to stave off the rain. He slipped from the van and stood but the corner of the building, feeling his body tensing a she looked and saw her approach.

She came abreast of him, her head down intent on getting the 11:35 bus to home, never gave a thought to much else until she felt the hand cover her mouth, the arm like steel slip about her waist gripping and lifting her up, carrying her a she struggled, then slammed to the floor of the van, winded her mind in shock a she felt her arms wrenched behind her, the ropes slipping about her wrists, then tightened, she struggling a bit more as it dawned on her what was happening, let out a yelp a she felt fingers entwine in her hair, her head being yanked back, something round and hard being pushed past her lips and into her mouth then buckled behind her head, she struggling more as she felt the ropes being slipped about her ankles and then her knees, tightened, shuddered and writhed more a she felt cold fingers momentarily slip up under her skirt and touch her flesh, then felt herself being pushed across the floor, heard the sliding of the door, then the click as it locked another door opened then slammed, the sound of an engine starting furthering her struggles a she felt it lurch ahead, then turn and drive off, the steady staccato of the rain on the roof of the van a reminder of her now dark plight.

He drove with a steadiness, the blood in his veins pumping hot as his mind went over all the pleasures he would show her in the basement of the barn. He would savour each scream, sob, plea and her tears as he enjoyed her through the long dark night. Perhaps he decided that a couple of hours astride the pony would set her up, the sharp angle iron cutting into her just enough to keep her on her toes while he ate diner, then he would consider other enticements to visit upon her.

He pulled off the highway and onto the dirt road that would within a few more minutes bring him home and to the barn. At 1:36 am he turned off the road and into the drive of the farm, drove to the barn turned and backed up, stopped the van turned and backed up to the barn door then turned to her saying, “ Were home baby.” He said with a smirk as he opened the door and slipped from the van and opened the barn doors to a world of suffering for his pretty passenger.