Ben, concentrating on his cell phone, didn’t notice the man approaching until a shape, darker than the darkness caught the corner of his eye.  He snapped his head up and jerked away from the window.  A man’s face glared at him.  Ben watched as the back of the man’s knuckles rapped against the glass.           

 “Can I help you, sonny?”           

Suddenly shivering, Ben shook his head and mumbled, “Ah, no, no, everything’s f-fine.”           

The man smiled, “Whatcha say, boy?  I can’t hear you.  Are you lost?”           

Ben glanced at the door lock and noticed that it was in the up, unlocked position.  He had only a second to think, “****!” before the door was yanked open.           

One hand holding the door open, the other, with the garden trowel in it, resting on top of the car; the man thrust his head, shoulder deep into the car.  “I asked you a question, boy.  I want a ****’ answer!”           

Ben pushed away from the door, frantically scrabbling to get into the passenger seat.  He didn’t make it.           

The kidnapper, disappointed at the lack of fight in this boy, disgustedly reached in with his free hand and grabbed Ben’s belt, instantly pulling him hard and back across the driver’s seat.  A second strong pull and Ben slid out the door banging the back of his head on the bottom door panel, hard enough to knock him almost senseless.           

Ben, still in shock at the speed and strength of his attacker, as well as the blow to the back of his head, could offer no resistance as the man threw him over onto his belly.  The kidnapper followed with a knee into the middle of Ben’s back, knocking the breath out of him. 

Struggling to get his breath, his head spinning, Ben was only vaguely aware of being dragged by the collar of his jacket across the lawn and into the house.            

Kate watched wild eyed as her kidnapper dragged the young man into the house and dropped him at her feet.  The man reached across Ben’s body and pulled the rag out of Kate’s mouth.  “You know this boy?” 

Kate shook her head, no. 

The man glared at her and then looked down at Ben.  “****,” he muttered.           

He reached down and pulled Ben’s head back by the hair until his face was looking up at Kate.  “No?  You don’t know this boy?” 

Kate shook her head again.  “N-no, no, I don’t know him. Why did you bring him here?” 

The kidnapper ignored her.  He pulled another chair across the room, picked Ben up and slammed him into the chair.  As he began taping Ben’s legs and arms to the chair he mumbled to himself, “Question is, did he get a call out?  That’s the **** question, Sam ol’ boy.  That’s the sixty-four thousand dollar question, alright.”           

Finished securing Ben, Sam pushed the rag back into Kate’s mouth and snatched another off the table for Ben’s mouth.  Without another word he turned and left the house through the kitchen door.            

Ben remained unconscious.  His head lolled against his chest and he appeared to be dead. Kate could discern no breathing sounds, no rise and fall of his chest.  She looked wildly around the room, quickly scanning past the sharp metal instruments on the table.  She didn’t want to see them.  She tried to bounce her butt and therefore the chair to get it to move.  All she succeeded in doing, however, was almost tipping her self over.  She stopped and tried to concentrate.  There had to be something she could do.            

Sam came back into the house holding Ben’s cell phone.  He’d seen the low battery and lack of signal bars.  It had been at least fifteen minutes since the boy was alone in the car and could’ve made a 911 call.  Sam was confident that he had been unable to get a call out.  Otherwise, the cops would already be here.  Satisfied, he checked the tape on each of his victims and walked out of the room without a word to either of them           

In less than five minutes he was back.  Kate’s quick intake of breath pleased him.  She’d just gotten a look at the magnificence of his body, six-feet-three inches, 210 pounds of solid muscle; naked and oiled, his very large penis, rampant. 

He grinned at her and took a knife from the table.  Amidst her moans and groans of muffled, “no, please, no”, he calmly and cleanly cut every shred of clothing from her body.      

Sam straddled her leg and rubbed himself across the nipples of her breasts, leaving a slight smear of clear fluid across them. 

Kate squeezed her eyes closed as tight as possible and threw her head back.  She couldn’t get far enough away from this monster.  Sam chuckled and moved away.           

He pulled Ben’s head up and slapped him a couple of times until Ben began to come around.  While still semi-conscious, Sam cut off Ben’s clothes exactly as he’d done Kate’s.  By the time he’d finished, Ben was fully awake.  Fear and loathing filled his eyes as he watched his assailant walk to the refrigerator and take out a beer.           

Sam drank a large gulp and stared at his prisoners.  Finally, he drained the beer and said, “Looks like the party will be a little bigger than I’d planned.  Well, hell, the more the merrier, right?” 

He walked to the table bearing his instruments of torture, selected a corkscrew and held it up to the light.  Smiling, he looked back at Kate and said, “Let the games begin.”