by sstudent_uk
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She sat reading the manuscript, then smiled. "Oh very sneaky!" She said "The old drugged drink thing, I like that."
I nodded and smiled back "Thank you." I replied "I believe in trying to be as unpredictable and original as possible.
"I can see that, but where do you dream up all these ideas?" She asked.
"They just come to me." I stated matter of factly.
"OH come on, you must have some sort planning system."
"Well in a way I do." I said showing a little embarrassment "I eh plan it as if I was going to do it for real."
"Really!"
"Yes it's the only way I can work, I have to feel like the kidnapper, get inside his head, see things as he sees them, feel like he feels. It's sort of like the technique actors use to take on a role. I think it's called Method acting or something like that?"
"I never realised that you had to work so hard on it."
I grinned sheepishly. " well I can't speak for other writers but it's how I work, it's really the only way I can work."
"I see, so how did you plan my kidnapping then?" She inquired "I mean up till today we'd never met aside from talking on the chat channel and via e-mail.
"True but you have plenty of pics on your sites for me to work with and remember we have chatted a fair bit so I had inklings of the sort of person that you are."
"What inklings are those then?" She asked.
"You really want to know?"
"Absolutely, I really enjoy your work, no one else who writes for me comes out with anything like your stories." She stated.
"Well it's not something I can articulate easily, I work with what I know about you or how I perceive you to be after all our chats etc. For example you are an extremely attractive and intelligent woman, very articulate and imaginative. You have what I would call an independent nature too and a strong character. In effect traits that no self respecting white slaver would over look."
"I recall you mentioned about that. Can you expand upon why these traits are so important?" She asked now sitting intently.
"Sure, you recall how I said that western women were in great demand?"
"Yes something about our being more independent and liberated?"
"That's right. Western women are far more liberated than those of many other countries. Take for example Muslim states where women are very much constrained by religion, social laws and customs in effect this keeps them very subservient to men."
"Ok so how does white slavery come into it?" She asked.
"Well it's sort of a paradox. They want subservient women, yet they also they want strong women too and since they have so few or in most cases none. Western women both frighten and intrigue them. As a result they have a demand to be met! And as with any capitalist venture its a case of supplying that demand."
She smiled at this information "Basic economics Supply and Demand! And you are the supplier right?"
"That's right. Or rather one supplier in a business of many, but I aim to supply only the best, top grade specimens for top prices. Well that's the way I write it."
"So you see yourself as a connoisseur of women?" She asked teasingly.
"Oh Yes! Only the best will do. But not only that I also like to abduct to order i.e. a client wants a certain type of woman. Brunette, Blonde, professional type etc. And then aim to abduct them in as many differing ways as possible. Always striving for surprise and originality."
"Not to mention boldness in your approach. Like the way you kidnapped me in the story, right out in the open and broad daylight." She stated.
It doesn't pay to be timid in my business." I reply grinning. "I mean take now for instance, what's to say I haven't drugged your coffee during our chat?"
"Ah nice try buster!" She sat up confidently "I would have noticed the cups and coffee pot was in front of us all the time. There is no way you could have doctored it without my noticing."
"Under normal circumstances you'd be right." I replied "I would have needed to slip something into your cup. However did you notice that when I handed your cup to you I did not use the handle and passed it on a saucer?"
A quizzical look appeared on her face "Yeah I remember, so what?"
"Ah my dear Becca you look but you do not observe! Have you ever read any Sherlock Holmes novels?"
"Sure one or two Hound of the Baskervilles was my favourite."
"And do you recall his methodology credo?"
A smile formed on her face."I think it went something like!" She paused briefly... "When you eliminate the Impossible. What ever remains. However improbable, must be the truth!"
"Bravo!" I exclaimed "Now apply that methodology!" I sat back waiting patiently.
"Ok you couldn't have put something in the cup or the coffee pot! I would have noticed unless you had taken something that made you immune to the drug! before hand"
"NIce theory but you're being far too fanciful and overlooking the obvious solution. Think back and try again."
She concentrated on the table..."The cup! there was something on the cup! somehow you doctored the cup not the drink."
"Exactly! The handle hand been coated with a contact chemical that was absorbed through the skin.Slow acting and very potent. Nighty Night Miss Becca!" I grinned.
"Now that is sneaky even more so than in the story."
I grinned like a Cheshire cat "So will you be using my stories for your new site?"
"Are you kidding? Of course I will!"
"That pleases me no end, when are you flying home?"
"Why you in a hurry to see me go?" She asked with mock seriousness.
"Actually I was hoping you'd be staying a while longer, I'd like to show you round when business permits."
"I'd like that, and maybe we can talk some more about your kidnapping methods you've really got me intrigued now." She said making to leave."
"I'd like that very much." I replied shaking her hand "Ho w about tomorrow?"
"Ok!" She replied and wrote the address of her hotel." Meet in the bar tomorrow at about Six?"
"Six it is." I replied smiling. With that Becca left the restaurant, leaving me to my thoughts.
Becca sat in her hotel room working on her laptop. As she concentrated on the screen she failed to notice a small tube slide under her room door. There was a quiet hiss then all was quiet. As she worked Becca began to feel a bit warm. Then the screen seemed to go a little out of focus. "What the?" She mumbled her typing began to look like complete gibberish, her co-ordination was going. A confused feeling enveloped her. Becca tried to stand, the room began to spin wildly around her. She tried to walk to the door but her legs wouldn't obey her, staggering she fell on her bed. One last effort Becca managed to lift her head, then all went black.
Becca clawed to escape the darkness, the effort required was demanding and pitifully slow. Finally she reached the light. Her eyes opened and she found herself sitting in the back of a car. She tried to talk, ask where she was? But her mouth was incredibly dry, her body felt like a lead weight and slowly she slipped back into blackness.
Light!, bright and intense, Voices! muffled, garbled. She tried to focus.
"You have to be more careful!" A voice sounded. "That gas is very potent, particularly when used in confined spaces like hotel rooms."
"She ok Doc?" came a nother voice.
"Oh she's fine and may I say what a very attractive speciman too."
"Yeah she's very special to me." The other voice stated "Very special."
Becca felt herself lifted and placed onto some sort of wheeled stretcher. Straps were secured to her wrists and ankles.
"You awake?" The voice asked.
Becca opened her eyes nodding weakly."Www Wer?"
"Don't try to talk, the drug will wear off in a while just relax."
The stretcher was wheeled into a semi lit room and Becca found her self alone. 'Where am I' she wondered. The straps held her firm all she could do was lay back and wait.
Some time later Becca was awakened by voices, a figure entered stood over her. "How ya feeling honey?" the figure enquired. Becca still couldn't talk properly her words came out slurred, her mouth was still very dry.
"That's good, I got someone I'd like you to meet."
Becca noticed another figure enter the room, in the dim light he appeared tall, extreely well dresseed in a designer suit and had what Becca could only describe as an Arabic look about him, like Rudolf Valentino she thought.
"This her?" The Valentino clone asked.
"She is indeed." The voice replied. "What do you think?"
Valentino clone began to examine her. "She is far more attractive than the photos you provided led me to believe." Valentino clone stated. No doubt you will want a much larger bid than our usual agreement covers?"
"Naturally." Replied the voice "Miss Edwards is an exceptional woman, I'll be expecting a bid proportionate to her outstanding attributes."
"Very well!" Valentino clone stated "But I will need to consult my superiors I believe we can come to an agreement on an appropriate price."
"Good! Let's go to my office and you can make your call."
Becca lay back listening intently the full realisation of her predicament hit her like an express train. 'Ive been kidnapped by whiteslavers' She thought and now she was about to be sold to the Valentino clone. 'This can't be happening!' She thought 'Not to me'
'That's not fair!" Exclaimed Becca putting the story down. "That has to be the most sneaky and audaciuos thing you have done yet!"
We sat in her hotel bar. I just sipped my drink and grinned.
"And selling me to that Valentino clone as you called him, well that is just too much."
"Well you did show an interest in the white slavery market." I stated "And what better way to find out more than be part of it."
" I'm not happy about this." Becca said laughing "But I like it none the less and the gas? that is an real original idea."
"Only too pleased to serve." I replied. "And grabbing you in the relative safety of your hotel room really made me think."
"One thing though!" Becca asked "Were you really going to go through with selling me?"
"Ah! Now that would be telling." I replied teasingly.
"Oh come on you never finished the story and I'm intrigued, you can't leave it on a cliffhanger like that."
"To be honest I haven't quite decided." I stated "You see there are at least three outcomes I can forsee.
"1 I sell you to Valentino clone for a very large price."
"2 I sell you to someone else for a larger price because Valentino clone couldn't or wouldn't meet my asking price."
"And 3?" Becca enquired.
"3 I don't sell you at all and keep you for myself."
"I think I like no 3" Becca laughed.
"I think I do too." I replied smiling.
"When you eliminate the Impossible. What ever remains. However improbable, must be the truth!" -Sherlock Holmes.
Becca pulled up at the guard booth. "Morning Miss. The guard said smiling. "Can I help ya at all?"
"Yes I have an appointment to see Dr Anderson, My name is Edwards, Rebecca Edwards of the Chronicle."
The guard nodded. "I'll just check one moment please."
Becca watched as the guard returned to his hut and picked up a phone. She heard him mention her name several times before he replaced the receiver and came back out.
"If you'll just sign here Miss and then follow the road up to the main house Dr Lane will meet you there."
"Dr Lane?" Becca asked, "I'm here to see Dr Anderson."
"I know Miss Dr Lane will escort you to her, I understand she's in an important meeting right now."
"Ok thanks for your help." With that, Becca drove through the barrier towards the house. As she approached, she wondered how she had allowed her editor to talk her into this visit to gain background information in the latest techniques in care for the mentally disturbed.
"Don't you have an old college friend who is a psychiatrist Becca?" Her editor had asked. Although she figured, he already knew the answer.
"Yes Rosalind Anderson she's head of department at the Raines Psychiatric Unit."
"The Rosalind Anderson, winner of countless accolades in the sphere of psychiatric medicine?"
"Yes, why do you ask?" Becca knew the answer before he spoke.
"I want you to do a story on Psychiatric care in the 21st century and who better to get the low down from than a highly respected Doctor like Rosalind Anderson?"
"Oh come on John I haven't seen her in some ten years or so, and besides she's probably too busy to see me." Becca exclaimed.
"So give her a call, go to lunch catch up on old times, but get me that story ok?" With that he picked up the phone and started to punch some numbers, the interview was over Becca had her assignment.
Surprisingly Rosalind Anderson was only too pleased to speak to her old friend and promptly invited Becca to see her. "You must come over and visit me Becca I have so much to tell you and I want to know all about you and your adventures as the top correspondent for the Chronicle
Now Becca drove up to the front porch of the unit as she pulled up a tall figure walked towards her. He was perhaps six feet tall, short brown hair. He smiled as he approached.
"Miss Edwards welcome to Raines I'm Dr Lane, deputy department head."
Becca shook his hand. "Thank you doctor I'm pleased to be here."
He led Becca inside. "Raines is the countries leading facility in dealing with psychiatric illnesses."
Becca listened as he talked.
"Raines is not a big facility." Lane began. We have, about twenty patients here suffering from a variety of problems. Roz, I mean Dr Anderson has made real progress in treating them pioneering a lot of new techniques."
"It's ok Doctor Lane I used to call her Roz when she and I were at college." Becca assured him. "Have you worked here long doctor?"
"I've been here now some two years, and I have to say it's been the most remarkable two years of my life."
Becca smiled he was very enthusiastic about his work, she figured he would be only too willing to help her with her story.
"If you'll come this way Miss Edwards we'll find Dr Anderson, I mean Roz." They both laughed as they walked down a long corridor. When they approached a large door Lane produced a card and swiped it on a small slot on the doorframe. There was a loud click and the door opened. As they stepped inside Becca could see a row of doors.
"This Miss Edwards is our maximum security wing, we keep our most disturbed patients here. Don't be alarmed none of them are dangerous except top themselves." Lane explained then beckoned to a white shirted orderly to follow them.
Becca felt a knot in her stomach as she walk down past the rooms, 'I suppose I'll run into Hannibal Lecter at any moment!' She thought to herself.
Lane finally came to a large door, he opened it and led Becca inside as she entered she saw a figure standing with it's back to her in the far corner of the room. It turned slowly around. The sight took Beccas breath away. "ROZ!" She exclaimed.
Rosalind Anderson stood bound tightly in a surgical straight jacket, a strip of knotted sheeting was tied tightly in her mouth.
Becca turned to Lane "What's going on here?" She demanded.
Lane just looked at Becca. "What is going on here Miss Edwards is that I have taken control of this Facility and your arrival I'm afraid has rather complicated things."
Becca felt a shiver down her back. "What are you going to do?" She asked nervously.
"Now that is the sixty four thousand dollar question." Replied Lane "But until I can come up with a solution!" He nodded to the orderly who suddenly grabbed Becca. "I'm afraid I'll have to insist you stay a while Miss Edwards."
Becca struggled wildly in the orderlies grip but he was too strong. She watched as Lane produced a syringe, he squirted a little of it out then advanced towards her.
"No! Don't do this." Becca shouted "I."
Her words were, cut off in mid sentence as Lane injected here in the arm. "There now you'll just take a nice long sleep Miss Edwards.
Becca felt the sharp jab of the needle, the cold feeling as it entered her bloodstream, then the world around her began to spin, her legs began to feel wobbly and unable to support her. Lane's voice sounded distant and muffled. Finally Becca fell into a well of blackness.
TO BE CONTNUED