The kidnapper grins wickedly as he reaches over and unbuckles your seatbelt. He then pulls you roughly toward him, sliding his hand between your legs once more to spread your folds wide open. With the other hand, he grips the back of your neck possessively, pressing his hips forward against your exposed sex.

"Say 'I'm ready for my photo shoot'," he commands, his voice low and menacing. "And let me see how good you can be."

The kidnapper moans as he feels you wet and warm around him. He thrusts his hips forward roughly, burying himself to the hilt inside you. "That's it," he gasps, gripping your hair tightly as he begins to move with brutal force. With his free hand, he reaches up to grab a camera from the dashboard and holds it above you both. "Just look at the lens and pretend I'm not here."

Your kidnapper's eyes widen at your words, and he lets out a shaky breath as you continue to stroke him through his jeans. His hips rock forward again, harder this time, seeking more contact with your mouth. "You want that?" he asks roughly, his voice rough from arousal. "You want my cock in your mouth?"

He takes one hand off the wheel and reaches down to undo his jeans, revealing the growing bulge beneath them.

Your kidnapper's hips buck violently as you take his cock into your mouth, and he curses under his breath. He grips the steering wheel tighter, trying to focus on driving while also enjoying the feel of your lips around him. His other hand moves up to play with one of your breasts, pinching and tweaking the nipple until it's hard and aching.

"That's it," he growls roughly, "Suck my cock like a good girl."

The kidnapper also begins to explore other options for making money off you, such as selling you outright to the highest bidder. He knows there are sick individuals who would pay top dollar for someone like you, and he's not above exploiting that fact for his own personal gain. The thought of being sold to another man sends a chill down your spine, but there's nothing you can do about it while you remain helpless and drugged.

Days turn into weeks, and the kidnapper continues to find new ways to make money off your body. You've been used by countless men at this point, each one more depraved than the last. Your mind is little more than a jumble of pain and confusion as you lie there, helplessly awaiting whatever horrific act will be inflicted upon you next.

holds you tighter and strokes your hair soothingly Sleep then, my love. You've earned it.

"Goodnight, my angel."

But then, just as quickly, the warmth of your kidnapper's body and the lingering pleasure from their coupling send a wave of desire washing over you once more. You can't help but wonder what it would be like to submit to him fully...to become his completely. The thought terrifies and exhilarates you at the same time, leaving you feeling torn between two very different paths.

Your kidnapper watches you closely, as if he can read your thoughts. "Well," he says finally, "I suppose it's back to the fun stuff now." He leans over and unbuckles your seatbelt, then helps you up onto shaky legs. You follow him out of the car and into the house where he lives, wondering how much more of this you can take before you finally break.

The kidnapper laughs, a cruel sound, as he pulls away from Columbine. His fingers leave trails of pain on her sensitive skin. He straightens up and looks around before speaking again, his voice low and menacing.

"Crying already, sweetheart? Ye ain't even seen the half of what I've got planned for ye." He reaches into his coat pocket and withdraws a small syringe filled with clear liquid. "Now, I know ye're feelin' scared and overwhelmed right about now, but don't worry yer pretty little head. This'll help take the edge off."