Tessa and the Short Cut Home
After school Tessa met up with a few friends as she was leaving. She hadn’t spoken to them for a few days and there was lots of fresh gossip. She walked with them chatting away. After a few minutes she realized that they were going in the opposite direction to the way she usually takes to get home. It didn’t matter to her, she was having fun and once they were home she would just have to double back.
As they progressed each girl said her good byes as she reached her home until it was just Tessa and Jane. When they arrived at Jane’s house Tessa turned around. After walking a short distance Tessa remembered that somewhere around here was a trail through the woods that would be a short cut home. Then she spotted a small park across the street. The trail would be behind the playground.
She crossed the street and walked along the hedge that bordered the back of the park. A small gap in the hedge was what she was looking for. She squeezed through and there was the trail. It was a bit overgrown but still walkable and she started out. It was so much nicer to be with trees and flowers than to be walking along a hard concrete sidewalk.
As she reached the far end she recognized where she was. The trail exited the woods one street over from her house. Rather than walk around the block she decided to cut through the first yard she found without a fence. The third house down, an old run down shack, had no fence and it was a short walk to the next street.
As Tessa crossed the back yard she noticed someone push aside a curtain on the window of the back door. Someone was watching her from the house. She felt a little guilty about trespassing so she decided to knock on the door to apologize and to explain that she was just taking a short cut because she was late getting home. She knocked, there was no answer. She knocked again. The door flung open, a hand grabbed her arm and she was pulled inside. The door slammed and she was pushed to the floor face down.
Her school bag was tossed aside and her arms were wrestled behind her back. A strong hand held her wrists together while they were being taped. She tried to twist and turn but he held her down. Tessa could hear the sound of tape pulling off of the roll as he wrapped it around again and again. They spoke rapidly in a language that sounded like Russian.
While he did her wrists the other man grabbed her by the hair and lifted her head. When she tried to scream for help he stuffed a dirty rag into her mouth. The chemical taste of it was horrible. Then he put tape over her mouth wrapping it around her head several times. She could feel the sticky adhesive pulling at her hair and her bulging cheeks. The stiff tape squashed her lips against the foul cloth.
Then her legs were taped. She kicked and fought as much as she could but her chubby assailant sat on her legs to hold them down while the skinny one taped her ankles. Then Chubby held her legs up by her bound ankles pushing her face into the floor while Skinny applied the tape to her legs below her knees. Her stockings gave her ankles knees some protection from the pull of the tape but her arms weren’t so lucky. The sticky adhesive pulled painfully on her skin.
Then a foot dug into her side and rolled her over. She rolled uncomfortably onto her bound arms. Two grubby looking men stood looking down at her. She looked around the room and knew immediately that this was a drug operation. Rows of lights, automatic watering systems and troughs full of plants filled the room.
‘What are we going to do with her?’ asked Skinny. ‘We should get rid of her’ answered the Chubby. ‘Are you crazy’ said Skinny ‘we’re drug dealers, not murderers.’ ‘You’re right’ said Chubby ‘but what are we going to do?’
They discussed their options. Tessa lay on the floor terrified. People are killed by drug dealers every day and even though they spoke a language that she couldn’t understand she knew it was probably one of their choices. In the end their decision was the obvious one. The crop was almost fully grown. They would harvest it and clear out. Tessa would be left behind and a phone call to the police would tell them where to find her.
It took a few hours for them to dismantle their gear. Tessa lay on the floor expecting to be killed when they were done. She tested the tape but it was no use. It wouldn’t stretch or tear and it stuck to her so tight it wouldn’t move. The taste of the gag was not so bad now but she still had a burning sensation in her mouth.
A cool breeze from the open back door chilled her as they loaded their van. When the motor started up and she could hear it pull away she looked around. There was still plenty of equipment to be moved, they were going to have to make another trip.
She knew they would be back soon and she had to escape now or never. She began to thrash around. The tape was too tough and she couldn’t break it. She rolled across the floor looking for something sharp. Suddenly a pair of hands grabbed her ankles and pulled her back to the center of the room. She looked up and it was Chubby. He had stayed behind.
He looked down at her studying his victim. He thought she looked pretty in her uniform. The white blouse with its flat collar and school tie, the short red plaid skirt and the white stockings all were quite sexy to him. There was no sense in letting this go to waste while Skinny was gone.
He pulled a knife out of his pocket. It had a long thin curved blade. He bent over Tessa and grabbed her by her school tie lifting her head from the floor. He held the knife across her throat. She closed her eyes in fear. He slashed viciously. He cut her tie and her head fell back to the floor with a thud. Tessa opened her eyes. He tossed the tie away and knelt down beside her.
With the knife he cut off each button of her blouse with a flick of his wrist. Then using the sharp tip he pushed her blouse aside to reveal her lacy white brassiere. He slid the blade under it between the cups and sliced. Her bra fell away exposing her firm breasts. He ran the cold blade across each of them. Tessa held very still.
He pushed the sharp blade against a nipple. One swipe and it would be gone. Tessa closed her eyes again. He applied pressure slowly and Tessa waited for the pain. A sudden thump startled her and she jumped. She opened her eyes to see the knife firmly embedded in the floor beside her head.
With both hands free he began to massage her tits and fondle her nipples. Then he began to kiss and suck them. His breath stunk and he had rough lips. Saliva ran down the sides of her boobs as he sloppily drooled on her. Tessa was grossed out but kept thinking ‘it’s better than being dead”.
When Tessa didn’t arrive home from school at the usual time her mother made some phone calls. Tessa didn’t answer. Then she called the school and was told she wasn’t there. She called her friend Abigail who said that Tessa had walked home a different way tonight with some other girls, one was named Jane. After another call to the school Mom had Jane’s number. She phoned Jane who told her that Tessa had walked her home and then left. Mom called the police and she was told that they couldn’t do anything until Tessa had been missing for 24 hours.
Mom was in a panic. She tried Tessa’s phone again. It was on but she didn’t answer. She didn’t know that it was in Tessa’s school bag and set to vibrate. Then she remembered something she had read. Warnings were on the internet about a “stalker” app that a predator could use to locate a victim by their phone GPS and their Facebook account. She quickly did a search, found it and downloaded it to her mobile. Then she got into her car.
The app only worked for a short range so she started at the school and drove towards Jane’s house. When that didn’t get any results she began to cruise the streets, up one and down the next.
Chubby cut the tape around Tessa’s knees. He tried to cut it at her ankles. Even though her legs were securely bound Tessa gave Chubby a kick in the balls before he could go any further. She knew what he wanted and she had no intention of making it easy for him. He was furious and waved the knife at her. Tessa tried not to look scared but she was terrified.
He was smart enough to realize that taking Tessa would be easier if there were two of them. He left the room for a moment, walking with pain. When he came back he pulled up a chair and sat staring at Tessa. He had a beer in one hand and his knife in the other. He was waiting for Skinny to return.
Mom finally located Tessa’s phone. The app said that it was inside a rundown house on a street not far from home. She knew just from looking at the place that it was a drug growing operation. Poorly hung curtains couldn’t conceal the fact that the windows had been blacked out to hide what was going on inside.
Mom had a feeling that a call to the police about a missing girl would get the same “wait and see” response as the last time. Then the van pulled up and as Skinny got out she had an idea.
Inside the moving had been postponed. Skinny was trying to remove the tape from her legs so that he could have some fun with Tessa. She decided she had nothing to lose and was thrashing around and kicking at him. Chubby was trying to hold her down. Tessa was no longer worried about them getting violent; she had enough and was fighting back.
‘Hello. Is this the police?’ said mom ‘I think there is a drug operation in my neighborhood. If you come immediately the owners are there right now, you can catch them.’
Within minutes a dozen dark cars arrived silently. They spread out along the street. Detectives in plain clothes discretely got out and strategically positioned themselves in case someone tried to escape. Once they were in position the SWAT team moved in.
Tessa’s kicking had kept Skinny at a safe distance for a while but with two men wrestling with her the tape had finally been cut. When the door was smashed in by the SWAT team Skinny stood there with his pants and underwear around his ankles. Chubby waved his knife at the police but dropped it when a dozen guns were aimed at him.
Mom waited until the police brought Tessa out and then ran to hug her.