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After what seemed like an eternity, the rear doors flew open. Cold, black-gloved fingers closed around Elysha's bound ankles and dragged her out of the van, bringing her modeling career to a terrifying conclusion.

She'd been doing photoshoots for five years. She'd started when she was seventeen, doing promos for her high school; when she turned eighteen she started doing it professionally. For four years she only agreed to shoots if she could have an escort present, no exceptions. Her caution had paid off on two occasions: one time she showed up at a shoot and the photographer seemed sketchy right off the bat. She'd made the executive decision to abandon the shoot and as it turned out, about a month later he went to jail for sexually assaulting four women--during photoshoots. She'd been wary of him from his first emails and about a year after, she'd been contacted by another photographer. This time she didn't bother meeting him in person; she simply said she wasn't interested. A short time later, that particular photographer had gone to jail for selling pictures without the models' consent.

But those were two out of at least two hundred people she'd worked with--most of them men--and earlier that year, she'd decided to be more lenient with her precautionary measures. She always brought an escort to the first shoot, sure; but if two or three shoots went well, Elysha figured the photographer was trustworthy. And earlier that morning, she'd made the mistake of deeming Spencer Sattler trustworthy.

"I don't want the ice cutting up those cute feet of yours," Elysha's photographer-turned-kidnapper remarked, slinging her over his shoulder. She tensed as she emerged into the blizzard, the billowing winds causing the snowflakes to feel razor-sharp against her bare flesh.

Elysha knew Spencer liked her feet; her second photoshoot had been dedicated to them. The first had been a straightforward bikini-modeling gig and when he'd approached her about doing a fetish shoot, she'd thought it incredibly weird. But he promised that all she had to do was lay down and let him do the work, and it had been easy money.

The third gig was supposed to be easy money, too. They were going out to an old farm and Elysha was posing as a cowgirl. The whole gig had gone down without a hitch. The shoot had ended as per usual--Spencer opened up a bottle of water, offered a bottle to her, and they drank while chit-chatting. The bottle he offered her, however, contained more than water. On top of hydrating her, it also caused the world to spin--and then go black.

Elysha struggled to get her bearings but between her hair blowing in her eyes and the lingering effects of the drugs, she was barely cognizant of her surroundings. That didn't matter much though; all she could tell was that she was among storage units. Spencer clutched her tight to his shoulder, squeezing her butt. "I'm going to stick my dick up that ass at least once tonight."

She probably would have had a better idea of her location if she knew how long she'd been out, but she had no idea. She'd awakened in the back of the van. Her hands and feet were tied and she'd been stripped naked. Something was wedged into her mouth and while she had zero interest in the whole BDSM thing, she'd learned the terminology while exploring modeling and suspected it was a ball gag. Spencer had driven in silence.

Elysha trembled in a mix of fear and cold as Spencer leaned down and lifted the door to a unit. Surprisingly a wave of hot air rushed out to greet them, bathing Elysha's legs in warmth. Spencer plopped her on the ground. "Stay here."

She didn't really have a choice. What was she going to do, hop out into the storm?

"I said lay on the fucking mattress!"

Elysha twisted around. There were other people in the unit! She was sav--

Elysha swallowed hard. What was going on in this storage unit?

Two people occupied the unit. One was a girl about Elysha's age. She was naked too and scrambling around on an old mattress. The other was an older man. As Elysha looked on, the man pounced on the girl and punched her across the cheek.

Ohmigod!

As though unaware of--or perhaps indifferent to--Elysha's presence, the man rolled the girl onto her stomach and yanked her hands behind her back. As the girl struggled beneath him, he produced a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket and locked them around her wrists.

"Looks like someone's already at work," Spencer hissed in her ear.

Before Elysha could react, Spencer slid one arm around her waist and the other around her torso. She felt the cool metal of a blade pressing against her neck.

"The van's hidden in number twenty-three, Derek," Spencer called.

"Good. Close the fuckin' door. You're letting the heat out."

Spencer complied. The door rattled shut behind Elysha and locked into place.

"What's her name?"

Derek produced a long white rag from his pocket, rolled it up, and yanked it between the girl's teeth. "Megan," he grumbled, knotting the rag as she kicked the mattress. "She's a fuckin' bitch."

"Cute feet though." Spencer turned his head and licked Elysha's ear. "But not as cute as yours."

Elysha was barely aware of Spencer's weird and perverted sweet-nothings. Her attention was locked firmly on the girl--Megan, was it?--as she rolled onto her back and glared up at Derek.

"Make it quick," Spencer snapped.

"Shut up."

Slowly but surely, Elysha pieced together what was happening. She watched Derek lift up a camera and situate it so it faced the mattress. Megan closed her legs as the camera's cold, black eye turned her way. Indifferent to Elysha and Spencer's onlooking gaze, Derek unbuttoned his pants and began to strip.

They're psychopaths. Elysha came to the conclusion in one heart-stopping moment. In a way she suspected Spencer intended to rape her, but she'd repressed the notion. But now it was clear. Spencer had kidnapped her--he'd probably been planning it from the start--and now he was going to rape her, and he was going to film himself doing it.

"Mmmmph!" Megan squealed into the gag as Derek unveiled his thick, erect penis. Elysha couldn't watch this. She couldn't watch a middle-aged man assault a twenty-year-old in front of her. She closed her eyes only to feel the blade press harder against her throat.

"Watch it all," Spencer hissed. His free hand wandered down to Elysha's crotch, his fingers probing between her thighs. "Maybe it'll get you wet."

So Elysha watched. She watched Derek pry open Megan's knees and work himself between her legs. When Megan kicked, Derek slapped her across the face. He pinned her, taking a hold of each of her breasts and using his weight to force her against the mattress.

"Nice and loud now!" Derek barked. Elysha didn't see his cock--Megan's thigh was thankfully obscuring her view--but she could tell when Derek penetrated his victim.

"MMMPH!" Megan screamed, her shriek muffled by the gag. She kicked at the air as Derek forced himself fully inside her. He paused for a moment as though savoring the sensation of Megan attempting to reject his unwelcome cock, and then began fucking her.

"That's going to be you, baby," Spencer hissed, using the blade to draw Elysha's head back. "I'm going to take my time with you, though."

Megan rocked back and forth on her cuffed wrists, her teeth gritted on the gag. Derek maintained his rhythm without regard for her, grunting and panting. A long, gleaming string of drool slid from Derek's mouth and collected in a pool between Megan's breasts.

"Fuck! Fuck! Unnnnh!"

Even Elysha had to wince when Derek climaxed. He pounded his hips between Megan's legs, slamming into her crotch with sharp, forceful strokes.

And then he was done. Elysha felt the tears well up in her eyes. She'd just watched a woman get raped. Never before had she felt so helpless. Every instinct in her body told her to do something! but she too was bound, gagged, and defenseless.

"All right, I gotta take a break." Derek dismounted and stretched. "All yours." He leaned down and rolled Megan off of the mattress and onto the floor. "I have about twenty minutes of footage. I'll get the rest in a bit."

Spencer was more than happy to hear the news. His arms disappeared at once and he shoved Elysha. For a moment she was weightless, her matted blond hair whipping around her face, her hands struggling to get in front of her as she saw the mattress fast approaching. She bounced onto the mattress.

The surface was still warm from Megan's presence and the center was warm, wet, and sticky. Elysha nearly gagged. She looked to her right. Immediately in front of her, Megan lay motionless with her back to Elysha, sobbing softly. Beyond her was the camera lens, aimed directly at her. Derek was in the process of removing one tape and inserting another.

"Get that ass into the air," Spencer barked.

"Nnnnn!" Elysha squealed into the gag. This wasn't happening. She wasn't laying on a semen-stained mattress in a storage unit, about to be sodomized by a man she barely knew. There wasn't a girl laying only feet away, struggling to come to terms with the violence she'd just endured--and the horrors yet to come. The man standing behind her hadn't abducted her after a photoshoot with the intention of stripping and raping her. She looked over her shoulder, her eyes desperate.

"Don't take it personally, Elysha," Spencer soothed, unzipping his pants. "It's just business."