As he neared the school he noticed someone walking on the side walk and looked again to realize that it was the girl. 'Bingo," he thinks and turns around in someone's driveway before slowly driving up beside the girl. He noticed the water puddle behind her and how soaked she looked and held back a laugh as he rolled down the passenger window. "Good afternoon Miss," he says to the girl as he drives very slowly beside her, "would you happen to need a lift? I don't think it would be very nice to let you walk around all what and all. Besides I hear another storm is coming in soon." Roger used the kindest voice he could muster, even though he was about to vomit at how nice he sounded. 'Gotta keep the act up though,' he thinks, 'get her into the truck and if she doesn't comply then move to Plan B.' He gave the girl a kind smile that was not creepy but honestly very friendly, a trick he had learned long ago. 'Best way this could go is that she gets in and then I drive for a while before chloroforming her,' he thinks, 'but she could also decline which means I have to use force which means harder work for me.'

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Brooklyn was scrolling through her phone when she heard the man, who was driving close and slowly next to her. "No. My place is only a few blocks down, Im sure I could make it there myse...lf" she hadn't cared to look up from her phone but now she was regretting it. God, this man was gorgeous...she paused and bit her lip. 'I know, I know, stranger danger but...look at him!' Brooklyn thought to herself and noticed she had stopped walking just to look at him. She blinked and shook her head, putting on her "award-winning" smile, "That would be very nice..." she said softly. Brooklyn walked around the car to the other empty front seat, smiling she opened the door and carefully sat in the seat. Shutting the door and turning her head to the man who had previously talking to her, "Brooklyn Kesser. Im sure you've heard of me, my father owns one of the more...successful businesses around here." she chuckled, twirling her hair before buckling her seatbelt. "Well, I just live like...2 blocks down.".

He watched the girl as she spoke then hesitated before getting into his truck. 'Alright,' he thinks 'seems like she will be a bit easier.' He nodded as the girl said where she lived. "Well if you don't mind Miss I have to pick something off that is right down here," he says in the polite tone again, "it will only take a minute. Then I will take you the rest of the way home." Roger had to admit that the girl was a beauty. 'How has no one else tried to get her before,' he thinks, 'besides imagine the amount of money I will get from this.' As he put the truck in drive the doors auto-locked with a Click. This was a bonus for Roger since the locking meant that anyone else in the vehicle couldn't get out unless he opened his own door. Of course they could unlock it themselves,' Roger thinks as he drives, 'but when they are struggling they usually try to do fight more than flight while in a vehicle.' He nodded as the girl told her name and seemed to brag about her father's company. "You can call me Roger," he says, "pleasure to meet you Miss Kesser." He never found it an issue to tell his victims his name because they couldn't describe him well enough anyway. 'It's always a "handsome young man with blond hair,"' he thinks, 'it's a good thing there are a lot of blond guys around here that are also classified as handsome.'

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Brooklyn smiled, "Yeah, I don't have anywhere that important to be. Go ahead and stop to get the...thing you need. I have like an hour before I need to be at my dresser so I have plenty of time.". She nodded as the man continued to speak, "Well, same to you Roger.". It wasn't every day that a handsome blond man asked you to get in his car to drop you off at your house. She turned to look outside, her school was only a few blocks down...it seemed convenient that her school and her home were so very close to each other. Brooklyn moved around in the car seat, when she got comfortable she sighed and turned her gaze to Roger. "We can go when you would like, as I said, Im not in a hurry.". She cleared her throat and spoke again, "What do you do for your job? I don't have one yet, I just pretty much live off my parent's money." Brooklyn chuckled.

He nodded some as they drove towards the place he "needed to go." Roger was surprised at how well this was going and focused on the road as he drove. "Oh I uh- I work from home," he says, trying to figure out how to answer the girl's question, "mostly computer work though." 'Seems like her parents spoil her a lot,' he thinks as he pulls into an older, more hidden parking lot, 'hopefully that means good money.' He turns and carefully reaches behind him and grabs the cloth and liquid. The doors of the truck were still locked and Roger turned to the girl as he held the cloth. "So this is what's going to happen," he says in a more stern voice and face, "you are going to make this easy on me. You can scream all you want but no one will hear you." He adjusts his grip on the now wet cloth and looks at her, "Now, what will it be?.."

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Brooklyn froze when she saw the man, Roger, pull something out from the back. She continued frozen when she saw what it was he was holding. 'Wait...wait, wait, wait, wait, wait...oh crap. Isnt that the like sleeping potion "thing" from those shows?' she thought to herself, her heart sped up. 'Great, when I get into this hot guy's car, the first thing he wants to do is...' she continued thinking, noticing she didn't actually know what he was going to do with her. Brooklyn stammered and shook her head quickly, "W-what do you want with me? I-I...". The young woman dug around in her purse with a free hand, trying to find her phone. Her eyes widened, 'NO! I must've dropped my stupid phone...somewhere!'. Brooklyn stammered again, "P-please don't hurt me, what did I-I do?!" she was getting a bit anxious now, her hand in her purse was now trying to find the car's door.

He watched her scramble around for a moment before deciding that it was enough. Roger reached forward quickly and grabbed both of Brooklyn's arms with one hand while putting the cloth over her mouth. His grip was like iron, strong and hard, as he held onto her. 'Breath in the chloroform,' he thinks, 'just a nice deep breath and you will sleep well for a while.' He watched her eyes for any signs of sleep drifting in. It usually didn't take that long for the liquid to take action and put a person to sleep and when it did the person would be out for a good while.

(Kind of short, sorry)

(All good!)

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Brooklyn shrieked when the man grabbed her, holding the cloth up to her mouth and nose, she squirmed, trying to kick the man off. She was holding her breath, but that was somewhat hard to do when you are trying to call out for help, kicking, and when you know what you'll have to take a breath sooner or later. She screamed, then shut her mouth when she took in a slight breath. 'I...need a breath..." Finally, Brooklyn inhaled, trying not to breathe in too much. She took a fearful look toward the window of the car and then brought her gaze to Roger, her eyes felt heavy... His tactic was working...Brook's eyes continued to fall toward the ground, growing even heavier. She tried to scream again but it came out in a rigid breath. Brooklyn lifted her heeled foot and aimed for the man's stomach, kicking it as hard as she could...which wasn't that hard but hopefully, it would do something. Suddenly everything went dark...

He waited as the girl screamed and tried to squirm away, but his grip on her was solid. He soon heard her take in a breath and smirked. 'Now let it work it's magic,' he thinks as he watches her eyes become more tired. Roger chuckled at her attempt to kick him with her heeled foot, but because of her sleepiness it was more like a hard nudge. Once the girl was passed out though he left the cloth over her mouth and got some rope from the glove box. He then tied her wrists and legs before then tying a gag around her mouth. 'That should be good for now,' he thinks as he tosses the chloroform rag and bottle behind him. He then leaned her seat back, so that any passing driver wouldn't see her, and started his drive home. He drove about the same speed as other vehicles so that he didn't look suspicious and soon pulled into his garage. Once inside and the door was closed, Roger hopped out and went over to the passenger side and heaved the girl out. He carried her like a sack of potatoes on his shoulder and, through a separate door, down to his basement. There he tied her to a chair which was chained to a wall, her arms and legs tied to the back and legs of the chair. Nearby was a small bed for his victims to sleep on. Once everything was set up Roger sat in a chair nearby and waited for the girl to make up.

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Brooklyn felt some sort of movement, she groaned, not opening her eyes. Would she be getting ready for school soon...? Her eyes fluttered open, they were foggy, still waking up. It was...cold? Brook looked down, wait wha-?! Her legs were tied, and she soon found that she couldn't move her arms. She was now wide awake, struggling against the chair, trying to scream but the words were muffled by a rag tied around her mouth. ...it was no use, where was she?! Brooklyns eyes glided across the cold room around her, it was dark, and there only seemed to be her, the chair she was in, and a small bed. Which she figured would be for her. What the heck had happened to her? Then her eyes fell on him...Brooklyn's eyes got wide, the fracking hot guy! Now she remembered, he had offered her a ride and she had had no complaints... She looked at the blond man, her eyes were slits not, glaring. Brooklyn tried screaming again for him to let her go. And tears started forming in her eyes...