Postby ManRandomThe » Tue Dec 06, 2011 12:04 pm
There are people who go through life never knowing where their next buck will come from, but Heather Leeds never has had this problem. The heiress of the powerful shipping magistrate, Theodore Leeds, Heather has been able to enjoy life to the fullest. Not only does she model for Maxim and Vanity Fair, she is also a horse rider. Every week, she goes to a private ranch for a ride or two, which is what she plans to do today.
*Blackwood Ranch, Sacramento, California, 9:00 A.M.*
It's a sleepy morning at Lillian Bianca's private ranch this Friday morning. A small, but wealthy ranch owner, Ms. Bianca regularly rents it out for rich riders to enjoy themselves at. As usual, every Friday, Heather Leeds arrives in the morning for a couple of hours. And right on time, a black limo pulls past the dirt road into the compound, and stops in the parking lot.
The door opens, and a powerful-looking man, Samson Beauregard, Ms. Leeds' chauffeur and bodyguard, exits and walks to the passenger section and opens the door. Out steps Heather Leeds, ready for a slightly informal session. Today, she is dressed in a pink short-sleeved blouse, a red silk scarf, a pair of white riding gloves, a black belt, white jodhpurs & a pair of black riding boots. Unlike her gruff protector, she's quite short at 5'2, but her slim, demure figure, her golden locks, her icy blue eyes & cute, pleasant face make seems like just the person you'd expect for a model.
As she steps out and thanks Samson, both look around. "Ms. Leeds, shouldn't Ms. Bianca be out? It looks like no one is here", Samson told his charge. This was unusual, Lillian was usually very prompt, and had at least two or three of her most trusted stable hands around, but there was no sight of anyone. "Oh well, I'm sure it's probably something like her sleeping in. Samson, go wake her up, and tell her Heather Leeds is her for the usual session. I'm going to the stables, and get Lightingbolt out for the ride", she told him.
"At once, Ma'am", Samson dutifully said. In his head, he knew this wasn't a wise action as something felt off, but Heather was very stubborn, and there would be nothing he could say to change her mind. So, he did what he was told, and started to go to the house. As he did, Heather went the opposite way, to the stables where her prized horse lived.
As Heather entered the stables, she didn't see any of the stable hands around, so she called out with a "Hello?". As she did, one of them entered the main entrance. He was a new boy, only joining about a month or two ago, His name was Mike Johnson, and was dressed in a white long-sleeved shirt, a pair of black rubber gloves, a black belt, white jodhpurs & a pair of brown riding boots. Although he was handsome, Heather always felt uneasy around him, perhaps it was due to his eyes. Nevertheless, Mike asked her in a pleasant tone "Yes, Ms. Leeds?". "I just wanted to see if anybody was around. Where is everybody?", she asked.
"Ah, the twins and Jocelyn called in sick yesterday and Ms. Bianca was going out for a early morning ride, but felt tired afterwords, and went to bed. She told me to give you her regard", he told Heather. Although Heather felt this was somewhat dubious, she felt Mike was no threat. "I see. Well, I'm going for a ride right now. If I finish without her waking up, tell her I'm sorry". " Yes, Ms. Leeds", Mike said as he went to go to work. As he left, Heather ignored him and went to the stable where Lightningbolt was. But, as she turned away, Mike put on a pair of black leather gloves, and moved a blanket on a crate off to reveal a rag soaked with ether.
Grabbing it, he sneaked as much as he could with his hard-soled boots could to the unsuspecting Heather. "Hello, Lightningbolt! Ready to go for a ride with mama?", Heather asked. But Lightingbolt meekly was moving to the back of the stable, as Mike pounced. Grabbing Heather's left arm with his own, he shoved the rag into her face. "Mmmmp, mmmph! (What the...Help!)", Heather tried to shout the the rag. But, the ether was very strong, and Heather was out in seconds.
Meanwhile, Samson was wondering what was taking Ms. Bianca so long. She never was one to waste time. "Where is everybody? Oh man, I know I should go find Heather right now!", he thought to himself. But, as he turned to go run to the stables, the front door of the country house opened. "Huh? Ms Bianca always locks her door". Knowing something was up, Samson entered the door, but saw nobody. "Hello?", he asked out but got nothing back. As he wandered through the first floor of the house, when he reached the stairs to the basement, he heard a very faint noise. "What was that?", he asked himself. Pulling out his Colt 1911 .45 pistol, he slowly descended down the stairs. As Samson slowly descended the long stairs, more and more he could decipher the noises. They were definitely human, albeit muffled. Knowing the worse was down there, he finally made it to the bottom, and was shocked to see where the noises came from. Lillian and her stable hands, the Harrison twins and Jocelyn Burton were indeed the ones responsible.
Lillian Bianca, ever eccentric with her dyed white hair, dressed in a purple riding coat, a white long-sleeved blouse, a red tie, a pair of white riding gloves, a black belt, cream-colored jodhpurs & a pair of black riding boots shared the same fate as the red-headed twins, Marty and Bruce Harrison, both dressed in matching blue short-sleeved polo shirts, white ascots, black rubber gloves, black belts, white jodhpurs & brown riding boots & the black-haired Jocelyn Burton in a white long-sleeved blouse, a pink silk scarf, a pair of black rubber gloves, a black belt, canary yellow jodhpurs & a pair of black riding boots, in duct tape binded their hands and feet together and gagged their mouths. As the quartet saw the hulking hero, they practically screamed for help, which Samson quickly untied the Mistress and her stable hands.
As Heather quickly slipped unto unconsciousness, Mike smiled in glee. "It took no time to put her out", he said to himself. Dragging her out of the stables, he brought her to his car he stashed behind the stables, and put her in the trunk and locked it tight. There was no time to tie her up, and she was out cold. In his experience, it would take hours for her to wake up. Mike knew he needed to hurry. It wouldn't be long before that lumbering gorilla she had protecting her would soon find out. Making sure the coast was clear, Mike got into his car, and began to get ready to make a quick escape.
"My God, what happened to all of you?", Samson asked them. "It was that new boy Mike", Lillian told him. "I was out for a ride around 5:00 today, and when I got back, he was waiting for me inside my house, and grabbed me!". "Around 6:00, me and Marty came to work. We saw him here, and asked where Ms. Bianca was. As I went to go find her, I heard Marty scream, and found him holding a gun to his head. He forced me to tie him up, and he did the same to me, and dragged us down here", Bruce then said. "And when I got here at 6:30, he also pointed a gun at me, tied me up and dropped me down here with the twins and Ms. Bianca. Is he still here?", Jocelyn asked. "Is he....Oh my God, Heather!", Samson realized in horror. "How I could be so foolish?!?", he thought as he sprinted up the stairs, leaving the captives behind.
As Samson made his way out of the house, he could see a white Mitsubishi Lancer was driving through the main entrance. "S***!", he exclaimed. Getting into his limo, he tried to chase after him, but Mike was a speed demon, and soon gave Samson the slip. "God damn it! I shouldn't have never left her! Now, she's gone, and I'm as good as dead!", Samson exclaimed in remorse. Driving back to the ranch, he saw Ms. Bianca and her stable hands there. "He's gone, isn't he?', Marty asked. "Yeah", a somber Samson croaked. "We've already called the police. Come, we have some info he had to tell us to apply still around, and a photo of him. It's not much, but it's enough to help with their case", Ms. Bianca told him. But, Samson didn't reply. Heather wasn't like some spoiled brat who ran him ragged, she was nice and kind and he failed her. But, maybe he could find her and redeem himself...
Mike's knowledge of a secret shortcut through the woods got him out home free and was soon on the highway to his hideout in the local mountains. Within a hour, he had arrived. Parking his car in the garage, he opened the trunk and saw Heather was still out cold. "Sweet dreams, little princess", he purred menacingly. Grabbing her and hosting her over his shoulders, he went inside his house, and to a completely empty room. Dropping her down, he went and grabbed a chair, some rope and a few rolls of duct tape. Mike put Heather on the chair, tied her wrists and ankles together, looped a coil of rope above her elbows and tied her body to the chair with it, and tied her thighs. Then, he tore off a piece of duct tape and covered Heather's mouth with it. Then, he took it and looped it around her mouth around 10 times or so before breaking it off. After checking the bonds, he waited for her to wake up.
It wasn't too long before Heather finally began to stir. "Mmmmph mmmrg... mmmh mmmnnn? (Oh my God, my head...Wait a second, where am I?)", she murmured through the slathering of duct tape.As she began to wake up, she began to remember what happened and saw her captor before her. "Mmmph! mmmph! mmmmrg mmmnh! (You asshole! Untie me right now! Do you know how stupid you are to kidnap a freakin' socialite?!?)", she screamed, but Mike gave her a sinister chuckle. "I don't think you really know who you are dealing with, princess. You aren't the first heiress I've kidnapped", he told her. "I'm going to give your daddy a call real soon. I'm not greedy, I only want $10 million. With how much money he has, that's mere pocket change to that old bastard". "Mmmmph mmmmgr! (Don't talk about my father that way, you bastard!)", Heather tried to say as clearly as she could. But, Mike slapped her. "Shut up, bitch. Now, you hold right there. I'm about to get him on the phone, but I'll be right back as I talk to him", Mike said. And with a chuckle, he left and closed the door behind him.
As soon as she was all alone, Heather began to struggle and against her ropes. The bounds around her hands and ankles held firmly, her thighs tied together meant she couldn't try and hop, and the rope binding her to the chair meant she couldn't thrash around as much as she hoped, and the duct tape around her mouth hurt as it constricted her jaws. Taking a look around the room, she noticed it was completely empty, not even a nail poking out from the floorboard to try and cut herself free with. She was utterly trapped. "Mmmph! mmmmmgh nnnmph! (No! I can't give up, I have to keep trying! I have to escape!)", she groaned. And so, she tried to find the knot binding her hands together, but only her pinkie could graze it. Trying to push it to her fingers also proved fruitless.
"Mmmmmph? (Maybe he didn't lock the door?)", Heather wondered out loud. And then, she began to rock the chair back and forth until she managed to land on her feet. Slowly, she hopped to the door, and tried to bump into it, but it was indeed firmly locked. Not giving up, Heather scanned the room again, hoping to find something she didn't see when she was in the center, but still nothing. Feeling hopeless, Heather sat back down and moped. "It's all my fault. I should have listened to Samson. Now, I'm trapped and he might be fired because I didn't recognize the danger.", Heather moped in her mind, in complete misery.
As Heather sank into the chair and groaned in despair, Mike suddenly entered the room. With a Bluetooth around his ear and a video recorder in his hands. "Alright, you old fool. I have her right where I want her. Smile for the camera, princess". "Mmmghy mmmpgh! (Daddy! Help!)", Heather yelled through her gag. Heather could hear some nose from the bluetooth, as Mike talked to it. "Convinced? I'm sending you the video footage as we speak, too. So, I've told you where the drop-off location is, the ransom and the time. You have one full day to get the money ready. If you fail to call me three hours before, I'll end her right then and there, comprende?", Mike told Heather's father, Theodore. "Good, I'll be waiting".