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the DMV has resulted in a dead end. I've got a sketch artist coming up with a composite now,
and we'll put that over the bulletin by this evening. Don't
worry, we'll catch him!
"What do we do till then?" Brad asked. His eyes were
bloodshot and he was exhausted.
Officer Lansing sighed. His face had an empty, haunted
look. 'There's only two things we can do. Wait and pray."
Eight
The sound of a car engine pulling up in the driveway
woke her up.
Lisa snapped out of a light sleep, her senses alert. She
heard the slam of a door and then footsteps. The sound
of a door opening and then a rattling sound. Her heartbeat quickened. He's back, and this time he's with those
other guys, thatAnimal and whoever else, and then they're
going to start. They're going to rape me and kill me and
my baby and film it and-
The footsteps sounded across the gravelly driveway
and up the front walk of the cabin. She held her breath
as a key was inserted in the lock of the front door, and
then the door was opened and the footsteps were clicking across the hardwood floor of the cabin. "Hello?" Her
heart leaped in her throat, because at first she didn't recognize the voice. Then the man said "Hello" again and
recognition flooded in: It was Mr. Smith.
-- -- -- - - - - - -- - --
He walked into the bedroom bearing something in his
arms. He bent down and set it on the floor with a clanking of metal and stood up, smiling. "How are you this fine
morning?*
Lisa opened her mouth to answer, but all that came
out was a dry hiss. Her throat was dry. Mr. Smith nodded.
"Want some water?"
Lisa nodded. "Yes," she rasped.
"Coming right up." Mr. Smith disappeared into the
kitchen and returned a moment later with a glass of water.
He held the glass to her lips while Lisa sipped at it slowly.
"Better?"
Lisa nodded. "Yeah "
"Good" Mr. Smith glanced down at the mattress. "I see
you couldn't hold it last night."
Lisa felt the tears spring to her eyes again. The pain in
her bladder had grown unbearable by late last night and
she had been forced to void it. The smell and dampness
that had spread under her buttocks and settled into the
mattress had kept her awake the rest of the night.
"Don't worry. There's a spare mattress in the next bedroom that fits this bed frame just fine. We'll replace it.
And you won't have to worry about making wee-wee in
the bed anymore. I've found a solution to your problems." He picked up the thing that had made the metallic
clanking sound, holding it up for her to see. It was a
piece of chain.
Lisa started to cry.
Mr. Smith ignored her as he went about his work. First
he attached a device on the windowsill, screwing it on
with heavy-duty screws; it looked like a pulley. Then he
payed out the heavy line it was attached to and fastened
a metal ring to it. A piece of short, heavy chain was attached to that, and another device was attached to that.
Then he drew out two pairs of handcuffs, one which he
attached to her wrists, the other to her ankles. He attached a piece of chain to the thin but sturdy chain of the
handcuff and ran that length of chain to the heavy pulley
on the larger chain. He did the same thing to the hand cuffs attached to her ankles. When he was finished, he
untied the rope that secured her ankles and wrists to the
bedposts. Lisa was barely aware of what Mr. Smith was
doing; she lay on the bed crying uncontrollably, hysterical in her fear.
Mr. Smith tested the strength of the chain by tugging
on it. Lisa felt a sharp bite of steel in her wrists and ankles
and stopped crying. Mr. Smith smiled. "There. Why don't I
help you stand up now"
He helped Lisa sit up by moving her shoulders and upper body into a sitting position on the mattress. Then he
helped her move her legs over the side of the bed. "Stand
up now and let's see you walk." She did so, and Mr. Smith
kept a close watch on her, grinning and nodding. Lisa's
cries had reduced to sniffles, and she walked around
and we'll put that over the bulletin by this evening. Don't
worry, we'll catch him!
"What do we do till then?" Brad asked. His eyes were
bloodshot and he was exhausted.
Officer Lansing sighed. His face had an empty, haunted
look. 'There's only two things we can do. Wait and pray."
Eight
The sound of a car engine pulling up in the driveway
woke her up.
Lisa snapped out of a light sleep, her senses alert. She
heard the slam of a door and then footsteps. The sound
of a door opening and then a rattling sound. Her heartbeat quickened. He's back, and this time he's with those
other guys, thatAnimal and whoever else, and then they're
going to start. They're going to rape me and kill me and
my baby and film it and-
The footsteps sounded across the gravelly driveway
and up the front walk of the cabin. She held her breath
as a key was inserted in the lock of the front door, and
then the door was opened and the footsteps were clicking across the hardwood floor of the cabin. "Hello?" Her
heart leaped in her throat, because at first she didn't recognize the voice. Then the man said "Hello" again and
recognition flooded in: It was Mr. Smith.
-- -- -- - - - - - -- - --
He walked into the bedroom bearing something in his
arms. He bent down and set it on the floor with a clanking of metal and stood up, smiling. "How are you this fine
morning?*
Lisa opened her mouth to answer, but all that came
out was a dry hiss. Her throat was dry. Mr. Smith nodded.
"Want some water?"
Lisa nodded. "Yes," she rasped.
"Coming right up." Mr. Smith disappeared into the
kitchen and returned a moment later with a glass of water.
He held the glass to her lips while Lisa sipped at it slowly.
"Better?"
Lisa nodded. "Yeah "
"Good" Mr. Smith glanced down at the mattress. "I see
you couldn't hold it last night."
Lisa felt the tears spring to her eyes again. The pain in
her bladder had grown unbearable by late last night and
she had been forced to void it. The smell and dampness
that had spread under her buttocks and settled into the
mattress had kept her awake the rest of the night.
"Don't worry. There's a spare mattress in the next bedroom that fits this bed frame just fine. We'll replace it.
And you won't have to worry about making wee-wee in
the bed anymore. I've found a solution to your problems." He picked up the thing that had made the metallic
clanking sound, holding it up for her to see. It was a
piece of chain.
Lisa started to cry.
Mr. Smith ignored her as he went about his work. First
he attached a device on the windowsill, screwing it on
with heavy-duty screws; it looked like a pulley. Then he
payed out the heavy line it was attached to and fastened
a metal ring to it. A piece of short, heavy chain was attached to that, and another device was attached to that.
Then he drew out two pairs of handcuffs, one which he
attached to her wrists, the other to her ankles. He attached a piece of chain to the thin but sturdy chain of the
handcuff and ran that length of chain to the heavy pulley
on the larger chain. He did the same thing to the hand cuffs attached to her ankles. When he was finished, he
untied the rope that secured her ankles and wrists to the
bedposts. Lisa was barely aware of what Mr. Smith was
doing; she lay on the bed crying uncontrollably, hysterical in her fear.
Mr. Smith tested the strength of the chain by tugging
on it. Lisa felt a sharp bite of steel in her wrists and ankles
and stopped crying. Mr. Smith smiled. "There. Why don't I
help you stand up now"
He helped Lisa sit up by moving her shoulders and upper body into a sitting position on the mattress. Then he
helped her move her legs over the side of the bed. "Stand
up now and let's see you walk." She did so, and Mr. Smith
kept a close watch on her, grinning and nodding. Lisa's
cries had reduced to sniffles, and she walked around
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