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Chapter 1 He awoke slowly, uncertain of his surroundings. The dingy white ceiling had several dark spots, no doubt from previous leaks. The wallpaper was a pattern that he was certain had not been manufactured in at least twenty-five years. The bed he slept in was far from comfortable….with permanent indentations from a much larger person than he is, springs from the mattress stuck out in several places. His victim sat there in the cheap recliner that was an odd color of orange; her feet and legs bound by ropes... Her blonde hair was neatly combed with bangs gently brushed against her cheek and the length of her hair cascading down her back. The red lace bra and panty set drew his attention to her large supple breasts. He felt a stirring to play with his conquest; but resisted the temptation knowing that later he would fulfill his desires in great detail. A slow grin spread across his face as he thought about it. Jerry Riggers was born in a Chicago, Illinois twenty three years ago. His parents were still married but he had not had a happy childhood. His father was a mean drunkard and his mother was always taking handfuls of prescription drugs to help with her mental psychosis. It was easy to see that the apple had not fallen far from the tree. He lit a cigarette, pulling that heavy smoke deep into his lungs, feeling the expansion of his chest as his lungs filled up…choking for just a second, he exhaled. Thinking back to the evening before, he remembered leaving his parent’s home around 11 p.m. just to take a drive, to get a way for a while from the constant bickering that was the norm at home. With no job, no income, and no prospects, he needed something to take the tensions off of his mind. Wondering what kind of mischief might present itself. He headed out onto the highway….less traffic…wandering almost aimlessly…just letting his mind wander, as well. After driving around for a little while…he spotted this tall, thin, and blonde, young woman standing along side of her car on the side of the highway…she was dressed in a little flower print halter top and short khaki shorts….her long tan legs bare down to the wedged tan sandals that adorned her small feet. She was defiantly his type of woman. She looked to be about seventeen years of age. Her long blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail. The car hood was up on her sleek little Mustang convertible; Jerry was unsure of the year of the car, but knew it was several years newer than his old truck. He cruised by her slowly, casually attempting to spot any other people, with merely a glance at her; in general checking out the surroundings….not wanting to arouse any suspicions…the car was sitting along a dark curve of the highway…no other cars anywhere in sight. He pulled up beside her and asked if he could be of assistance…she strolled up to his window and had to stretch up on her tip-toes to look him in the face. Jerry gave her one of his most appealing smiles, not wanting to show his hand just yet. Brandi told him that the car had just died and there had been no traffic thus far…she would love a ride into the next town where she could make a phone call to her father for help. Brandi said she needed to grab her purse and Jerry suggested she leave a note on the windshield that stated she had gone for help, in nearby Blacksburg. Jerry knew that he was heading in the opposite direction and if anyone came looking for him…he would be long gone. Brandi climbed into the truck. She was chatting about what her day had been like. Jerry was not listening…he was thinking about what to do next…he knew she would never make it home, that her father would never hear her voice again…he momentarily allowed himself to think about the rest of his evening. Jerking at the steering wheel as a light caught his eye, bringing him back to reality... He stopped at the first package store he could find…Brandi sat in the truck waiting…feeling no danger and actually a little excited that this older man was showing her so much attention…she was flattered. Jerry came back to the truck carrying a bottle of cheap champagne and two plastic glasses, grinning he climbed back in behind the wheel. Jerry suggested that they go to a little motel down the road just so that they could sit and drink a little and talk. Brandi was slightly nervous…she had never been to a motel with a boy…the thought excited her but she was unsure. Jerry watched her intently…he told her that they did not have to go if she did not want to and that they were only about fifteen miles from the next pay phone…he could see the ease spread across her face…she agreed, feeling at ease once again. Jerry turned the truck around and headed back…past her car sitting on the side of the road… Jerry took a few seconds to actually look at this young girl….she had medium length blonde hair…almost dishwater blonde….thin, tall, nice body…sweet lips that pouted ever so slightly when she talked. He wanted her…he would have her one way or another or…both.