"Nightmare in Captivity".

"Nightmare in Captivity". 

Chapter 2

Chapter 2: DeJa Vu

Bianca’s heart was racing. She felt overwhelmed with fear but also curiosity. She squinted just enough to see who or what was standing there. Two silhouetted figures stood inside the doorway. The taller of the two reached over to their right and flipped on a breaker switch. POW! The sound echoed through the room as the lights kicked on. “Bianca!” a woman’s voice cried out. The voice was Bianca’s best friend and roommate Jacquelyn Kimura. Jacquelyn was dripping wet having just come in from the rain. She had long black hair pulled into a ponytail. She was dressed in a tan leather jacket that stopped at the waste, with matching tight leather pants that hugged her hips and body, a white tank-top, and 5 inch heals. Jacquelyn was a beautiful Japanese/Filipina, fit and shapely and filled out the clothes well. The tall figure next to her had on a long trench coat. From what Bianca could tell he was Japanese. The man had a mustache. His hair black, slicked back, with a hint of grey. He had a very stern look upon his face showing no emotion what so ever. “You said you wouldn’t hurt her, let her go!”. Jacquelyn demanded. “That’s not going to happen unless you do exactly as I say” said a woman’s voice.

The voice came from behind Jacquelyn and the Tall Man standing in the doorway. The woman had a distinct Japanese accent. She sounded cold with little concern to her comments. “Well, put her with her friend”. Demanded the Japanese woman. The man grabbed Jacquelyn by the arm and led her down the staircase. Bianca was still pretending to be unconscious. She could feel her heart skip with fright. “What the fuck is this!?” Jacquelyn sneered as she tried to free herself from his grip. “What are you doing? This wasn’t part of the deal!” The woman came into the light. She was tall and slender with jet black hair that was cut to the length of her chin. She too was wearing a trench coat with a silver plated pistol tucked into her pants. “We need to take a little trip and we can’t be seen with you, so for now, you’re staying here.” said the woman. “Tie her up and keep her quiet.” the woman spat as she threw a back pack down to the man. The bag landed at his feet. He bent down to grab some rope out of it still clutching Jacquelyn tightly in his grip. “No way!” Jacquelyn cried out. “Forget it, look there must be some other way, PLEASE! You don‘t have to do this”. Jacquelyn pleaded still trying to break from the man’s grip.

Just then the woman’s cell phone rang. She pulled it out of the right pocket of her jacket to see the caller ID. “It’s Chapman. Finish her off. I’ll be in the van.” Said the woman as she disappeared out of the doorway with only the sound of her clicking heels echoing further away. The tall man pulled Jacquelyn’s arms roughly behind her. “OW! Jacquelyn grunted. “That’s too tight!” The man coldly ignored her. Without warning Jacquelyn drove her right heel into his foot. The tall man let out an awful gasp of pain. Trained in martial arts Jacquelyn quickly grabbed the man’s arm and threw him to the ground, but not before she was able to throw in a few blows to his head and chest knocking him back. He was out cold.

Bianca’s eyes widened in aw. She flinched when the man came crashing down. Bianca looked up. “B, I’m so sorry, we’re getting you out of here”. said Jacquelyn as she hurried toward Bianca to help her free. Bianca slipped her hands free to Jacquelyn’s surprise. “I cut myself free just before you arrived. My arms are killing me!” said Bianca. “Are you alright? They didn’t hurt you did they?” Asked Jacquelyn. “Yes I’m fine. I don’t remember how I got here.” “I‘ll be alright, Can we please just go?” Bianca added. “What the hell is going on, Jacquelyn? Who are these people? And what in the hell have you gotten us into now?” Bianca asked as if she was about to sob again. “I’ll explain later, come on, Quietly!”. Jacquelyn answered in a whisper and she finished untying Bianca‘s legs and ankles. They both got up and carefully made their way to the stairs. Bianca struggled still feeling weak from her ordeal. Once they both reached the top, they headed quietly down the long hallway that connected from the basement door. The hall was laced in dusty brick with an old wooden floor. Both girls silently walked along the old dilapidated hallway as the boards creaked underneath them.

“OW!” Jacquelyn let out a discombobulated groan and fell to the floor. Bianca turned and let out a gut wrenching scream. Then suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her arm and then started to lose consciousness. Both Bianca and Jacquelyn had fallen to the floor. “You think I’m that stupid do you ladies?” said the Japanese woman with a laugh as she walked to their lifeless bodies. The cruel woman had just the shot them with tranquilizer darts knocking them out. “Change of plans ladies, looks like you’ll be our guests after all.” The woman retorted.



The cold reality overcame Bianca once more. Just when she thought she was in the clear. Just when she thought her friend and roommate had saved her. Just when she thought her ordeal was over, it was happening all over again. Bianca once again found herself at the mercy of captivity. The loud hum of the traffic surrounded her. Wide awake and lying in a cargo van feeling every bump as it drove down a busy freeway. The woman sat in the passenger seat of the van, talking on her cell phone. Bianca listened intently as she spoke in Japanese. Bianca wondered what the conversation could be about. The Tall man the woman was with earlier drove in silence, focused on what he was doing. She could see marks on the mans face where Jacquelyn had clocked him repeatidly. Bianca lifted her head and peered out of the rain pelted glass as the wiper blades cleared the view of the windshield. She saw the familiar cityscape of Las Vegas.

Born Bianca Deloris Garcia, she was raised by her Cuban parents in Orlando, Florida, Her parents migrated to the US before she was born. They wanted Bianca to have a better life. She then moved to Vegas when she was 19 to go to college. She had lived in Vegas for four years now in the hopes of becoming a dancer. That’s how she came to know Jacquelyn. The two of them hit it off at college and quickly became close. Bianca and Jacquelyn both worked as barmaids and Bianca was also a dancer at The Mayan Club, 2797 Maryland Pkwy, in downtown Vegas just off the strip. Bianca quickly became immersed in the Latin dancing club scene, wearing her ultra tight jean miniskirts and sexy high heels every night at the club. Bianca had the curvy body of a Cuban queen, the face of a goddess, and a booty that would drive a man insane just seeing her wear those tight miniskirts. Not to mention the greatest pair of legs you've ever laid eyes on. She was a dancer after all standing at just 5’3” tall and very fit. Bianca also knew how to makes friends quickly. Although she had used her looks and sex appeal to get places, she never had it in herself to sleeping her way to get places. It just wasn’t part of her character. She was kind and sweet and would do anything to help a friend. She was very well liked and very mature for 23. Jacqquelyn was very protective of Bianca, and wouldn't let anything happen to her.

Jacquelyn Kimura on the other hand was always trying to make quick buck. Jacquelyn was raised by her Japanese father, she had two other siblings, both younger brothers. Jacquelyn’s mother died when she was young. She was forced to help raise her siblings at the tender age of 11 with the help of her grandmother. This placed her in a very difficult situation through out her life. He father made a lot of money but Jacquelyn was forced to live on her own when she was 17. Now 26, she has managed to waste some of her fathers money. As far as Bianca knew she never did anything she would regret. During the last year, their relationship as friends had soured a little. While Jacquelyn was always hanging out with shady people, Bianca had started dating and making new friends. Jacquelyn was starting to borrow money she couldn’t pay back. She would get into gambling debts she could barely afford to get out of. Bianca feared it was only a matter of time before something bad would happen. She had always hoped that Jacquelyn wouldn’t drag her down with her.

Bianca looked over at Jacquelyn. Her clothes and hair were almost dry. She was lying on her stomach still out from the tranquilizer. Jacquelyn’s hands and ankles had been tied tightly with white cotton rope. Her hands were purple from how tightly the rope was tied. There was also ropes wound around her lower thighs just above the knees and she was gagged very tightly with a thick red knotted bandana between her teeth. It didn’t look all that different from the way Bianca was bound just hours before. After all she was trussed up the same way as Jacquelyn once again. She could see she was tied with the same rope as Jacquelyn and just as tightly bound. The ropes were not forgiving as neither was the person or persons responsible for tying the knots. The rope marks on her wrists had barely disappeared from before.

Bianca had shifted and tried to get comfortable. What did Jacquelyn do this time to have both wind up like this? She could taste the bitter gag in her mouth. Bianca noticed this gag had a different texture that the one used on her before. And she swore this one was tighter.

“MMMPH!” Jacquelyn moaned. She had just started to wake up. Jacquelyn pulled at the ropes and twisted her head to test the gag. She then glared over a Bianca with a hint of worry and guilt in her eyes. Jacquelyn’s eyes watered and a tear streamed down her face in silence. Jacquelyn would vary with emotion, but cry is something she rarely did. Bianca knew that they were in serious trouble. She felt trapped and vulnerable. A sinking feeling came over her, but knew she had to be the strong one for the both of them during this situation. All Bianca could do was wait for their fate. What surprises were going to happen next?


TO BE CONTINUED…..

Chapter 3 coming soon.