Sashily Kling
The Great Escape
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“…..questions still unanswered in the disappearance of 22 year old Ashley Reynolds. Last seen wearing dark blue jeans and a hot pink Hello Kitty shirt with white sneakers and a green jacket.
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Ashley Reynolds is a white woman, five feet eight inches tall and one hundred and eighty-two pounds with long auburn hair and bright green eyes. She is the third woman, of the same description, that has disappeared this month.
FBI spokesperson Sarah Rutger, part of the FBI’s Behavioral Research and Instruction Unit, called a press conference this afternoon to discuss the disappearances further.”
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“……we have collected CCTV footage in all three areas of abduction and have compiled the following information:
The individual we are looking for is a white male in his 30s, due to the times the abductions occurred we have established that he has a steady job, and his method of abduction shows that he thrills in dominating the women he has taken.
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We have yet found any of the victims and he seems to stalk them prior to capture. He was last seen wearing a Miami Heat baseball hat and dark glasses near WannaBs Karaoke; which was the last victim’s place of employment, on Virginia Beach Boulevard.
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He seems to be concentrating on the Hampton roads area. Please be on high alert.”, stated FBI Special Agent Rutger.
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Shoulders ache, wrists sore, rope tightens at the slightest of movements. I can feel the sun on my face, but the air tastes oily and full of acid. I open my eyes but my long dark auburn hair presses against my face. I peek through it like dirty blinds at sunset.
I look around and see a rusted catwalk above me and old steel tubing with something that I hope is water leaking from it. The cavernous room I’m in looks old and unused. I see a beam of grey light coming from the hallway on the left.
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My long legs are pushed up against my chest.
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"Please don’t let my legs be tied!", I prayed silently.
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I slowly stretch each long leg and accidently knock a water bottle off the table. I hold my breath on the cold concrete floor. I can hear people murmuring from the hallway. Occasional outbursts of angry voices fill the air like an old Chevy engine.
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I test my body and try to sit up. I put my roped hands out in front of me and use them to push up. My back muscles protest from being on the ground for so long, but nothing is broken. Just bruised.
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"Ugh! Stop daydreaming, Ashley! I need to get out of here!"
“Hello Sweetheart!”
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I stifle a scream clawing its way out of my stomach. I taste bile and blood. I scramble up against the workbench next to the wall nearly knocking more vials to the floor. It looked like Frankenstein’s laboratory, each beaker filled with strange and questionable liquids.
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“Please…don’t…,” I whispered.
"Someone! Anyone! Oh my god! Help!"
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I softly start to cry. Velvet fingers caress my hair clearing my vision. A sensual smile that could melt panties crosses his face but never reaches his eyes. Monstrous white hands help me up and sit me down on a cheap brown foldable chair.
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“There you go Darling! Better?” he asks as he slices the rope off my wrists and hands me the water bottle I had knocked down earlier.
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“A weak little thing like you shouldn’t be tied up and uncomfortable. Drink up Sweetheart, water’s good for you…”
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I take the water bottle and he walks over to the bench and leans against it with his back towards me. I straighten up and take a swig from the bottle. I put the water down beside my feet and look up. I noticed that his hands are bruised and cracked. In them he holds a wickedly sharp jagged knife. I look away from the knife and my eyes fall on his muscular arms, broad chest, Roman nose, and strong jaw line. When I reach his bright blue eyes, they crinkle with a smile that promises pain and violence.
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“Was it good for you?” he asks mockingly displaying more of his body to me.
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My hands shake uncontrollably as recognition blazes through my mind. There was a statewide alert to the public about a serial rapist on the loose. It was all my classmates at Norfolk State University had been talking about this past month.
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His face was plastered all over TV and on everybody’s Facebook and Instagram but his eyes had never been caught on tape and his hair is much blonder than on television!
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“Ah!” he said with a sigh of satisfaction, “there it is.”
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I try to huddle into myself as he takes a step closer. His white blonde bangs cover his ice cold bloodshot eyes. His breathing becomes rapid. Our breaths circle around each other. I can taste the peanut butter and jelly sandwich on his tongue as he leans into me.
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"It’s a little like being a celebrity. I cannot be unseen, right Darling?”
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Cruel hands reach into my hair and pull me inches from his face. Full lips smash against mine. Blood boils down to my fingertips as I struggle to get free. He holds me and starts to lift my pink shirt. I grab on. He pulls. Tighter. Reaches for my collar and rips my shirt. Pink bra shows through the hole. I try to cover up. Arms trembling over each other. I start and stumble to get away. He pushes me back into the chair with his left hand. His right finds my nipple and twists. It hurts! Stop!
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He looms over me with a wicked grin and drops his head for another kiss. NO! I bite his lip. “BITCH!” He slaps me upside my head. My cheek throbs. Pain clears my thoughts as tears bring a sharper ache to the bloody cut. I stifle a sob as he pulls me to my feet. I stare at his swollen bottom lip as he tries to wipe the blood already spilling from it.
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“You shouldn't have done that, Sweetheart. My property is not allowed to harm me.”
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He grabs my left arm and twists it behind my body, bending my hand back. He slams me against the wall. I try to brace myself with my right hand to no avail. My face scratches along the surface of the concrete wall forcing me to look towards the table.
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The force I hit the wall with was so great that it made all the crystal containers on the workbench sway. A jarring harmony only playing in my head. My eyes tear and I grit my teeth as the pressure increases. A little more. A. Little. More.
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“STOP!” I yell. He presses his body against mine and grinds his groin against my butt, making sure I can feel how excited my fear makes him.
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“Looks like that’s today’s first lesson.” he whispers sweetly in my ear as he puts his knife away in its sheath.
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He places his foot between my legs and pushes my right hand, forcing me to take a step. I stay as rigid as possible. His right hand caresses my neck moving down to my naked shoulder, sharply pulling at the bra strap. Breast exposed and pressed on hard concrete wall scraping along the edges of my nipple. His hand travels delicately towards my hips and he tugs at my jeans.
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"No!" I shudder. Repulsion pours out of every pore as I push against the wall to force him away from my hips. He laughs as he pulls my hair and leans me towards him.
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"Seems like it's time for lesson two," and he pulls me deeply into him.
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One hand on my face twisting me towards his mouth and the other grabbing my tit while I could feel him behind me hard. My right hand touches the table and I brush against a container. I can’t quite reach it! I push my ass into him to distract his wandering hands. I feel his surprise and pleasure. He relaxes his grip as my hips move and sway to his rhythm.
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YES! I elbow him in the gut and grab the beaker and throw the contents at his face.
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He drops to the floor screaming. I hug the wall and run down the hall towards the grey light. I pass the TV as the newscaster replays FBI spokesperson Sarah Rutger’s press conference. I see a door marked exit and sprint towards it.
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It's open! The door leads outside to a parking lot and I can see the street from here! I follow the pavement and find myself on Nimmo Parkway. I'm still in Virginia Beach? Oh my god! Doesn't this street connect to Princess Anne? Please let me be right!! I turn left and keep running.
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I see lights and a big parking lot. I can see Harris Teeter! Please let it be open!
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I rush inside and start yelling, "Help! I need help! I was kidnapped by the rapist and barely escaped! Please help!"
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I kept babbling and couldn't stop. My knees buckle beneath me and I collapse on the floor. The store manager runs out of his office and helps me to a chair. A cashier grabs a jacket and hands it to me. I grab it quickly and put it on. The manager, Bill, takes charge of the situation and has an employee call the police.
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We wait.
Ten minutes later a policeman comes into the store. I describe my encounter briefly. Hands shaking. I cross my arms and try to stay warm. The shock seems to be wearing off.
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"Miss Watkins, do you think you could come down to the first precinct to make a formal statement?" Officer Reynolds asks kindly.
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"Yes" I stated, "I want to catch that bastard!"
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Officer Reynolds puts a steady hand on my back and another at my elbow and helps me out of Harris Teeter. His squad car is parked right in the front and he opens the back door for me. I slip into the seat and sigh.
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Safe.
I'm safe.
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I barely hear a person smacking their lips from the front of the car.
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“You want some?” comes a mumbled question as a peanut butter and jelly sandwich lands in my hands.
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Startled I look up.
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"Hello Sweetheart! You know I was just kidding earlier, right? I told you water is good for you!"
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Bright blue eyes in a policeman's uniform stare back.