The air was cool inside the old van. The engine had been off for hours; he didn't want anyone to know he was in there.
Edgar Bots rubbed his hands together vigorously to keep them warm, yet kept his eyes on the park his vehicle was parked next to. He wasn't really expecting anyone to come so late at night, but he didn't want anyone to be suspicious if he'd parked there in the morning and no one got out.
You'll see, Mama…
His eyes scanned the area, looking for no one specific, but someone very special. From the other end, he saw someone in a red jacket come over the hill. He sat up straighter and fixed his eyes on her. He could tell right away that she was crying. Her face was as red as her jacket, and her eyes were swollen from tears. She looked so lost, so alone…
She needs someone to love her…
Edgar grinned and pulled on his gloves before stepping out of the car. Don't worry, sweetheart, I'll help you…
Saige shivered against the chill and pulled her old, red jacket more tightly around her neck. She wandered into the park and sat down on a swing.
The swing itself was cold, and it sent a cold chill down her spine. She shuddered again and slowly rocked herself back and forth with her feet. She thought about her conversation with Eric. She never wanted to go back there, but she knew she would have to eventually.
She sighed deeply and let her mind wander to wherever it wanted to go. She got so lost in her thoughts that she never heard the person approaching her from behind.
She was pulling herself forward again on the swing when a hand shot out of nowhere and pulled her backwards.
Saige yelped, more in shock than in fear, and fell backwards onto the ground. She opened her eyes slowly and saw a man standing over her. He was relatively short and disproportioned, with a large, round head, thick, Buddy Holly style glasses and a pear-shaped body. His hair was dark brown, thin, and balding, and there was a sinister grin spread across his face.
Saige sucked in air sharply and tried to twist around to get up. But the man would not let her. He grabbed her arm just as she was getting to her feet and slapped a hand over her mouth. Saige tried desperately to scream, but her voice had left her, betrayed her in her time of need, as it normally did.
Saige resorted to other methods of escaping. She tried stomping on his feet, elbowing his fat stomach, and kicking his knees, but all her efforts were thwarted.
"Be quiet," the man said to her. "Don't fight it…we're gonna show mama that people can love."
She didn't what he was talking about. The man was clearly insane. He supplied roll of duct tape from somewhere and wrapped it tightly around her head three times, covering her mouth. Afterwards, he secured her hands as well and forced her towards a van parked on the curb. He's going to kill me… Saige thought miserably. She'd wished many times for death, but when faced with it she realized that she was scared shitless of dying. She began to struggle again.
"Calm down, love." The man said through gritted teeth as he tried to push her small frame into the backseat of the van.
I'm going to die…He's going to rape me, and torture me until I'm dead. Saige could see the sadism in his eyes. She knew that she would not go quickly.
A single tear welled up in her eyes, and she blinked it away. Think, you have to think. She urged herself; you have to get away. Call the police, get his license plate… But she couldn't do any of these things. She could only cry.
Finally, he managed to toss her inside and he slammed the door shut. Saige screamed through her restraints and began kicking the inside of the van wall. She stood up and slammed her entire frame against the siding, doing anything she could think of to make enough noise to get the neighbours' attention.
The man didn't seem to care at all. He just waddled around to the drivers seat and hauled his fat body inside. He stepped on the gas and drove off.
Saige was still in the back, and she stumbled a bit as he drove and swerved on the road. He turned a corner too fast and Saige was sent wheeling into the side. She hit her head on an edge of metal siding, and within seconds there was blood pouring into her eyes. She squinted her one eye and got up again, this time heading for the front. She squeezed up into the front and threw herself at her captor.
"Wah!" He cried, swerving the car again and running over a small tree to the side of the road before he managed to stop.
"What the hell are you trying to do? Kill us?" He bellowed.
Saige just glared at him, quite proud of herself for causing him this inconvenience. Her pride soon melted away, however, when she saw how angry he was, and how tall he seemed when she was lying on the floor and he was towering over her.
He raised his thick foot and kicked her sharply in the ribs. Saige whimpered in pain.
He kicked her again, and Saige tried to roll over to protect herself. He offered her no opportunity. He kicked her again and again until she was nearly unconscious. Then he picked her up, threw her unceremoniously into the back again and this time bound her legs all the way up to her knees.
"Try something like that again, and I'll kill you." He warned.
Saige didn't care. She was going to die anyways.
The van drove on endlessly, and Saige was lulled into a restless sleep. Her head had stopped bleeding, but now she was covered in dried blood, and she reeked of death. She woke up again when he pulled over to the side of a road and started to look at a map. She strained her neck to see what he was doing, but could not see much against the glare of the morning sun.
As her eyes adjusted, she made out the outline of trees and rock formations along the highway. She knew this highway, it was the 400; he was taking her up north.
"I know that exit was around here somewhere…" He muttered to himself. He glanced back at her and saw that she was awake. He smiled at her, "Ever been to North Bay, honey? I've got a nice little cottage there where we can stay until I find you someone. You'll love it, you'll see."
Find me someone…? Saige eyed him wearily. What was he talking about? She would have to be careful around him. Lunatics scared the crap out of her.
He started driving again.
It was night again before they stopped outside a run-down motel. Saige wasn't exactly sure how far North Bay was from Hamilton, but she knew it shouldn't have taken this long. He was hopelessly lost. The man left her to go inside and get a room. It was dead silent inside the van. Saige knew that she was crying again, and her body shuddered for a moment. What would happen now? Would he risk raping her in a public place, instead of on the road?
She heard a crunch of footsteps and felt a surge of hope. She gathered her energy, for she had not eaten all day, and started to kick the side of the van.
The steps stopped, and there were soft voices outside. Saige tried to scream, but muffled sounds were all that could be heard. She started to kick harder.
Open the door, She thought at the people, Save me! You can save me, please!
But it was too late, the man was coming back, and the curious people dismissed the noise as a rowdy dog and continued on their way. She hoped that the man had not heard her however; she didn't think she was fully healed yet from the last beating.
He drove the van to the outside of their ground-level room, cut then engine, and then stumbled over to the back door. He slid it open and grabbed her, practically dragging her into the room. Saige was now beyond fear, and her terror only heightened when he threw her onto the bed and began cutting the tape that bound her.
He peeled it away carefully, leaving only the tape over her mouth. He sat on the bed for a long time, just staring at her. Saige, in the meantime, had curled up into a tight ball, protecting herself from his sight. It didn't work as well as she'd planned.
He grabbed her arms and slowly uncoiled her. He straddled her waist and locked her hands above her head with his knees. Saige's eyes widened, she couldn't believe he was actually going to do it! Panic ripped at her heart, her chest constricted until she could barely breathe, and she felt a chill on her legs. She didn't even need to look to know that her pants had been removed.
He grabbed her underwear and slid them down her legs. Saige could he whine escape her throat. She was terrified.
The man admired her for a moment before he said, "Someone very lucky is going to have you, I promise you, you won't be alone forever."
I will be if I can help it… Saige thought angrily. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly as the man disrobed himself clumsily.
Seconds later, he was forcing himself between her legs. Instincts took over her, and she immediately began to thrash about and kick her legs, trying to get him away from her. He hands grabbed her legs and kept himself from being kneed in the head long enough to ram into her. Saige stopped flailing immediately as the pain shot through her body. Who would of thought it could hurt so much?
He tore inside of her, ripping at her insides, pounding in again and again. She started bleeding and she shook in pain. Her muscles began to tense, and in response, her grabbed her around her neck and squeezed. Her thoughts were jolted from her throbbing centre to her throat, which was currently in danger. She grabbed his wrists and tried to pull him away, but he would not budge. Her heart quickened, and she tried to suck in enough air to sustain her through her nose alone, since there was still tape over her mouth. It wasn't very effective. Her eyes were stinging with tears, and her vision blurred. Things began to move around her, spinning until she got dizzy.
He stopped suddenly, as if he snapped back into reality and realized that he was killing her. His hands moved away from her throat, and after a few seconds, he pulled his member out of her. Saige welcomed the release by pulling her knees up to her chest and crying. She hated the pathetic sounds that tore her throat and made her body shudder. The man lay next to her and stroked her hair. She cringed at his every touch. Kill me now…
In the morning, she put her clothes back on, he tied her up again, and they were off.
It took only a few hours to finish the trip to North Bay. And, only a few miles north of the town, there was the promised cottage, sitting on the edge of a lake. Saige wondered how long he would keep her there before he killed her.
He took her inside, through the halls and into an annoyingly white room. There was only a large, Queen-sized bed against the far wall, and a large mirror built into the wall right across from it.
Disgusting pervert… she thought indignantly. She could tell right away that it was a two-way mirror. How long had he planned for this? Had he been watching her?
She didn't get answers to any of these questions. The man unbound her and shackled her arms to the bed. He carefully cut away the tape from her mouth, and it caught in her hair, so he cut her hair as well.
"Scream all you want, honey, but no one will hear you." With that, he left, and did not return for two days.
