Suddenly, a hand came into view and tore the tape from the girl’s lips, then prying the rag out of her mouth that he had supposedly stuffed in there. “Now you can speak. We’re all ready to go.”
The girl just lay there, miserably, not saying a word. She tried to give him a look of caution but it fell short; she just looked scared and at a loss. “Tell me I can come closer.”
“Come closer,” she motioned with her eyes, panic clearly rising.
“Tell me I can take my pants off. I shouldn’t have to feed you lines…”
“Take off those pants. Come give me some.” She sighed, tears forming in her eyes. “I really want you.”
“This is Angela,” the man said sickeningly as he turned toward the screen. “Angela was a bad girl 13 years ago and so she ended up with a bad, bad man.” He cackled now as he raised a finger and an eyebrow and pointed to herself. “Angela is young, naughty and daddyless. So she needs someone to teach her–”
At this point, my fingers were shaking and I was pressing “STOP” on the DVD player. I picked the phone out of my pocket and fumbled to dial 9-1-1, but instead threw my phone on the passenger side seat and took off downtown in my Wrangler once again.
Discussion about this post