THE PRISONER_(1)

He was a quiet, unassuming guy, an older man, attractive and virile, yet
still vulnerable to a pretty face. She had been following him for months
now and knew his habits and routine. Today would be the day. As he
stepped off the bus, she followed him to his apartment building and
stepped close to him, placing the barrel of the gun against his back.

“Don’t move. Turn around and get into that red car over there.” She
ordered him.

“What?” he asked, startled.

“Shut up! Just get into the car!” She ordered him firmly, jabbing the
gun into his ribs.

He moved toward the car and opened the door. A tall blonde woman was in
the back seat. She wore a mask, but she also had a gun pointed at him.
He got into the seat and looked straight ahead.

“Buckle up…we’re going for a ride.” the driver ordered. After he put
on his seatbelt, the woman in the back pulled his arms back and
handcuffed him, then slid a black hood over his head, blocking his view.
The car pulled away and as he rode the man could hear traffic, horns,
people, motorcycles, but nothing distinctive to tell him where he was
going.

They rode for about 20 minutes and the driver pulled the car to the
curb. His hands were uncuffed and he reached to remove the hood from his
head.

“Leave it on..I’ll tell you when you can take it off.” Said the woman
who had put it on him.

They took him by the arms and guided him into a building and up 3
flights of stairs.