Kidnapped
How could he have been so stupid to steel mob money. Greed. It was a simple answer. The temptation had been too much. But now he was going to pay. Frankie couldn’t believe the situation he found himself in. Trapped by two women of all things. He had met them at a night club and later gone back to their place thinking that he had struck gold and was going to end up in a ménage à trois. They had been just too damn seductive dressed in fancy evening clothes and something that Frankie just couldn’t resist – black leather gloves.
No sooner had he entered their place, than a gun was pointed at him. He instantly knew his mistake. The two women stood by a trunk, one holding a gun and indicating with a leather clad finger that he should come to her, the other holding an ominous pair of handcuffs.
“You shouldn’t have done it Frankie” said the one who had called herself Vanessa. “Now you’re gonna pay. You didn’t really think you could get away with it.” She reached down and undid the catches that held the lid to the trunk securely in place.
Vanessa resumed her position and pointed the gun at Frankie’s head. “Now you have a choice. You can make life easier for us all and get in the trunk or make life a little difficult and end your sorry life right now. But not before I put a bullet in each of your kneecaps. Either way it’s the same to us. We get paid ‘Dead or Alive’”.
The other woman, Karina, lifted the lid of the trunk while her lips curled in a cruel sneer. Frankie could tell that the two women were as ruthless as they looked. For an instant, he entertained the thought of jumping them, but remembered just how agonising a bullet in the knee cap was.
“Now get in the fucking trunk arsehole before I make a mess of one of your kneecaps”. Vanessa indicated just what she meant by pointing a leather clad finger at the empty trunk.
Karina held the trunk open with two leather clad hands. Her eyes glared at Frankie.
Vanessa held the gun in her two leather clad hands. “Come on Frankie. You’re testing my patience”.
“Come on girls. Let’s work something out. You don’t need to do this. I can pay you. Whatever, you’re being paid for this job I’ll double it.”
The two ladies had moved in front of the trunk resting their high heels on the front of the trunk. Vanessa let her gun hand down. A wave of optimism surged through Frankie.
But his optimism was instantly crushed. “You don’t think we’d be threatening to kill you if we didn’t know where the money was do you Frankie. You really are an amateur. Fancy keeping the money in your apartment. Vanessa pointed the gun at his head and Karina pointed inside the trunk. “Now get in the fucking trunk arsehole” said Karina.
“He obviously needs some encouragement” said Vanessa aiming the gun at Frankie’s kneecaps.
“No, no” pleaded Frankie. “Okay, I’ll do as you say”. He looked at the women and could tell from their eyes that they would kill him in a blink of an eye.
“Now come here and put your hands behind your back” snarled Karina.
Frankie knew the game was up and did as he was told. He felt a leather clad hand grab his right wrist in a vice like grip and a ring of steel was snapped in place. Frankie gave a little gasp of pain as Karina tightened the cuff in place. She quickly locked his other wrist into position and then none to gently pushed him towards the trunk.
“Get in the trunk arsehole”. Frankie knew there was no point pleading. He meekly climbed into the trunk and then felt a leather clad hand on the back of his neck help him to his knees. “Now crouch down”. As he did so, the lid was quickly pushed down on top of him and forced into place and the world went black. Vanessa quickly fastened the locks securing the lid.
The two women stood back admiring their handy work. “Men can be so weak and pathetic don’t you think Vanessa” said Karina. She turned to stare in a mirror. All we have to do is put on a pair of tight fitting leather gloves and they’re putty in our hands.
Vanessa also looked up at the mirror. They both looked beautiful in their elegant attires coupled with tight fitting leather gloves.
Vanessa pointed the gun at the trunk and said.
“Shame you can’t see us now Frankie. We’re looking pretty good. Anyway, its time to put your lights out permanently. It was very kind of you to get in that trunk. Saves us the effort of moving your body. You didn’t really think we weren’t going to blow you away did you.” The trunk lid moved as Frankie, realising what was about to happen, tried to make one final bid for freedom. But it was too late. Vanessa coolly took aim and quickly squeezed off a round of bullets into the trunk.
“Good job Vanessa”.
They sat down on the trunk looking at them selves in the mirror. “Easy money Karina. And so enjoyable. Here’s to our next job.”
“Just wait there for a second” said Karina. I’ll set the camera up. Lets get a few pictures for the scrap book.
