At first she had struggled. The chloroform had stopped her for awhile. The sweet smell filling her mind as she fought against the man who had grabbed her. She was supposed to be going to a party, supposed to be arriving in less than an hour. All she had done was stop for gas at the Exxon station and then the hand on her face, the cloth on her mouth and blackness.
Now she was tied up. Unable to move. Headphones on.
A voice in the headphones had been speaking to her as she slept, and continued to talk. Telling her not to worry, to relax and be calm. Everything would be okay, she’d be home in a few hours if she was a good girl and listened closely.
Home in a few hours if she was a good girl and listened closely.
She felt the panic fade as she awoke to the voice in her ear, telling her to relax and be a good girl. The best thing to do was just to listen, fighting would only prolong what was happening, listening and being a good girl would speed everything up.
So she relaxed, and listened. The voice explaining how to be a good girl.
She listened, relaxed and focused.
Learning how to be a good girl.