Chapter 11

It was Monday. Carol had packed her bags, ostensibly going on vacation, sneaking out of her apartment so Ann would not realize she was gone until it was too late, and she was getting into her second-hand car. She was seated behind the wheel when a figure popped up from behind her, a figure in a white ski mask, and suddenly a knife was being pressed to her throat as the man whispered, "Start the car."

She finally managed to start the Malibu, and then she drove where he directed. It was a small place on Long Island, a place with which she was totally unfamiliar. Carol was terrified, certain this slasher, for to her, any man with a knife was a slasher, was going to either rape and kill her, or kill, then rape her dead body.

"W-what do you want?" she gasped.

"You!" the man whispered softly.

"What are you going to do?" she asked.

"Guess," his whispering voice teased.

"My God! Not rape!"

"Not the kind you're thinking of," he laughed. "You don't deserve a good dick in your quim, bitch! When I fuck a woman, it's because she either earns the right to be fucked, or she's worthy of it right from the start. We're going to have to make you worthy of a good fuck."

"You're sick!" she gasped.

"Well see," he snorted.

"You're going to hurt me," she whispered.

"Sometimes the only road to salvation is through some kind of pain," his whispering voice insisted. "Park at the curb."

She did so. He took out a small flask, opened it, and said to her, "Drink!"

"N-no," she insisted. "I won't poison myself. If you want to kill me, you'll have to do it, yourself."

"Fine!" the man said, showing the sharp-edged knife to her. "I'll do it a little at a time. First I'll cut off part of a finger. Then maybe an earlobe. Then a nipple, both nipples, in fact. Then I'll cut off your clitoris."

"My God, no!" she gasped. "Please!"

"Then drink!" he insisted.

She took the flask with trembling hands, tilted it to her lips, and drank. She felt the sweetish liquid in her mouth and wanted to spit it out, but didn't dare, not with that knife so close. Finally it trickled down her throat.

"What did I drink?" she asked.

"Chloral hydrate," he told her. "Not enough to kill you, bitch. Hell! I don't want you dead. You have to be re-made into a human being."

Carol was horrified. She knew the people at her place of business wouldn't miss her because she had a month's vacation coming to her. When Ann found her missing with all her clothing, she would call her office and discover Carol was on vacation, and would think Carol had left her. No one, no one at all was going to miss her.

Carol was already beginning to get drowsy.

"Why?" she murmured.

"I don't answer questions, lady," he whispered. "From now on, you'll do like you're told. If you don't, I promise you, you're in for one helluva lot of pain."

"Oh no," Carol murmured, her head lolling to the side, and then she fell asleep, no longer able to stay awake in spite of her heightened sense of fear.