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Rose Takes a Day Off

Prologue The Set-Up

Rose Takes a Day Off

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Prologue: The Set-Up


      Rose was nineteen, her parents were wealthy, she got just about anything
she asked for and was considered by most, even her friends, to be a super bitch.
She was slim, blonde and fairly tall, about five feet nine inches. She was
always in the most fashionable clothing of the season and her friends swore she
never wore anything more than once.
      To Richard, however, Rose was a fucking bitch and would soon get taken
down off her high horse a few notches.
      Richard was the bookish type, not terribly popular, except with the
computer geek, Dungeons and Dragons playing group he hung out with. Richard had
one girlfriend all through high school, but she moved away to Colorado for
college. She hadn't been a knockout or anything, but she had been a sweet girl
and she played Dungeons and Dragons, too, so Richard didn't complain.
      Despite his high school romance, Richard was still fixated on Rose. The
way she belittled everyone and talked down her nose to people of lower status
than here made him sick. But what really pissed him off was that she took every
possible opportunity to cut him down and make him feel ridiculous. Since junior
high school Richard had been Rose's whipping boy. Well, all that was about to
change, if Richard had his way.
     
     
      One dull Friday, Rose decided to skip her classes and go to the mall. She
was so bored with college already, and this was only her first semester. She
didn't even know why she was going. Her family was rich and she would never
really have to work, unless she wanted to anyway, so why bother with all this
college crap anyway? But her daddy insisted that, unless she finished school,
she wouldn't get the money set aside for her in her trust fund. Plus, he
promised her a one month trip to Europe for a graduation present and she totally
wanted to see Paris and Milan. She could just picture herself buying clothes
straight from the designers in Italy and France. Oh she could just see it!
      So, Rose headed out of her private dorm room and to the parking lot. For
some stupid reason, the college insisted that all entering freshmen had to stay
in the dorms for the first two semesters. It was so degrading. The only had
basic cable, no DSL line at all and she had to share a washroom with another
girl in the room adjoining hers. Like, how nasty was that? Having to shower
after some middle class tramp? Rose sometimes had to force herself not to throw
up at the thought.
      Rose tried quietly to clear her head and thought about the fun she would
have shopping today instead of going to stupid old Economics and English
Literature. Could they make classes more boring?
      Rose pulled her BMW convertible into the parking lot and walked into the
mall. She went straight to the most expensive store and began looking at the
costliest skirts, shoes and bags. She purchased a skirt, a pair of shoes and a
new handbag. As soon as the items were paid for, she took the tags off the new
purse and transferred all her stuff from the old purse to the new one. She
tossed the old purse into the garbage on the way out of the store.
      A thought struck her and she grinned wickedly, turning into the women's
undergarments and lingerie section of the store. She found a couple of pairs of
skimpy thong panties and a black silk nightshirt that would be just divine to
sleep in. Looking around and seeing no one in the area, she popped the three
items into her new purse and headed out of the store, not looking back.
      Had she looked back, she would have seen Richard watching her leave the
store, an evil smile on his face as she walked out haughtily.
      Rose went next to Victoria's Secret. She browsed through all sorts of
items. She looked at lotions, oils, bras, panties, teddies and stockings. Most
of the stuff in the store didn't interest her. She knew she was sexy, but she
knew that no man without a seven figure income would ever touch her, so she
didn't see any real need to buy teddies and garter belts. Besides, all the
effort to get into and out of that shit was unnecessary work. She liked panties,
though, and she loved scented oils for her bath, when she was at daddy's house,
and she loved scented skin creams.
      Rose bought a bottle of bath oil and a jasmine scented skin cream. She did
not pay for the black fishnet thong, bra and stockings that were in her purse.
She walked confidently out of the store and on to the next store. She thought
nothing at all of taking the items without paying for them.
      But Richard watched. He watched every move she made intently. He tried to
keep out of sight as much as he could, but it was a little tough to do in the
lingerie shop. He kind of looked a lot out of place following her around the
store. He soon found that Rose was too caught up in herself and her thoughts to
pay much attention to anything going on around her, so Richard followed along
and quietly watched.
      Rose went to a music store and bought three CDs. She didn't steal anything
there, though. She knew they had those alarms in the packages on stuff like
that. Afterward, Rose went to another department store and shopped the clothing
there. She stole a mini tank top there, after buying a pair of jeans and a hat.
She stopped for lunch and to take her packages to her car. She put her bags in
the trunk along with all her misbegotten gains. Richard quietly watched.
      Returning to the mall, Rose went to several more stores, stealing from
every one of them. Richard noticed most of what she stole was small items like
bras, panties and t-shirts. To his astonishment, though, the gutsy bitch even
got away with stealing a two thousand dollar bracelet from a jewellery store.
Richard was astonished to watch her. She took the bracelet right out from under
the girl behind the counter's nose. Rose had the girl show her several bracelets
and rings to see what she liked the best and what looked good. While the girl
was replacing a couple of items in the display case, Rose quickly slid her
bracelet off the counter into one of the bags she had from another store.
Deciding she didn't want anything, Rose left the store and the soon to be
unemployed salesgirl behind without a second though.
      Rose thought she should call it a day and head back to campus. After all,
she had so much new stuff to try on to see how it all looked and what else she
could wear with what she bought today. Besides, it was almost three o'clock and
she should be getting to her afternoon fitness class. Not a college fitness
class, to be sure.
      As Rose pulled out of the parking lot, Richard watched everything with
precise detail, making sure to have a good look at her face, her car, her
license plate and, for good measure, how she ran the stop signs the whole way
out of the lot.
      He smiled delightedly and touched a small button on the side of the
glasses he was wearing. Being a tech geek had its good points, Richard thought.
He picked up this pair of glasses at one of those spy stores that sold all kinds
of cameras and listening devices. This particular pair of glasses had a
micro-lens in one of the stems. A small wire ran from one of the earpieces to a
transmitter clipped to his belt. It looked like a beeper, basically, so no one
noticed it much. The transmitter sent the image of anything Richard looked at to
a DVD recorder back at his dorm. He could start and stop recording at any time
simply by touching either of two small buttons on the left stem of the glasses.
They were ingenious really and he was glad he picked them up when he did.
     
     
     
      Monday morning found Rose back in class, pretending to give a damn about
what her professors were saying. The end of class could not come fast enough for
her. Her first class was economics at nine in the morning, then an hour break in
which she usually ate lunch, then her English literature class, then she was
done for the day.
      Today, though, the English class seemed to just go on and on. Her
professor had to be the most boring woman in the world. And her clothes were so
eighties. This woman wouldn't know fashion if it smacked her in the head. She
was probably a dyke anyway.
      When her class was finally over, Rose returned to her dorm. She stopped
and checked the mail on the way inside. To her surprise, there was an odd little
white envelope in her box. It was one of those disc mailers that people send CDs
in. Rose wondered why there would be one in her box. She looked at the mailing
label, but all it said was:
     
      Rose
      Beverly Towers Dormitory
      Room 303
     
      There wasn't any return address or anything to give a clue to whom the
mailer might have been. She tucked the little white disc mailer into her bag and
went to the elevators. When she got into her room, she went to pee then opened
the little disc mailer. Inside there was a generic DVD and a little white folded
note. On the front of the note was printed, as if by a computer printer:
     
      Rose,
      Watch the disc, and then read this.
     
      She was a bit less than impressed by the theatrics and all, but she
decided to play along. She turned on her computer and popped the disc into her
DVD drive.
      The screen popped up showing the inside of a vehicle. In front of the
vehicle was a red BMW convertible with the top down. In the car was a blonde
girl with her hair blowing in the wind. Rose instantly recognized that the car
was hers and the girl in the car was, in fact, her. She began to get scared, but
continued to watch as the disc showed Rose's car pulling into the parking lot of
the mall.
      "Oh shit!" Rose almost shouted. She clicked on the stop button on the DVD
screen and quickly turned from the screen. Her eyes fell on the little folded
piece of paper next to the now empty disc mailer on her bed. She thought maybe
she was being paranoid, although she had a good idea what was going to be on the
disc. She turned back to her computer and played the disc again.
      She sat and watched as some unknown person followed her around the mall,
showing her making all of her purchases, but also showing her making several
unpaid for transactions in several different stores. The video showed her even
go out to her car and empty the new purse she had bought and go back and steal
more stuff. The crowning moment of the video had to be when the person caught
her stealing the expensive bracelet, which she was now wearing. There was even a
slow motion instant replay clearly showing her sliding the bracelet from the
counter into one of her bags. And, as if that wasn't bad enough, the creep that
filmed her even showed her running stop signs through the parking lot out of the
mall. At the end of the video there was a black screen and on the screen in
thick white letters were the words READ THE NOTE.
      Feeling like she was going to puke, but also incredibly angry, Rose
snatched up the note and read it. The note was printed out on a computer and it
read:
     
      Rose,
      I can send copies of that disc to police, to your father and mother and to
every store in that mall. I can also put the video out on the internet and show
the world what a thieving bitch you are.
      If you would like to avoid spending some time in jail and facing the
strong possibility that your father will cut off your money, then meet me at the
football field, on the 50 yard line, at 1AM tonight.
      R.
     
      P.S. Rose, you committed a felony when you stole that bracelet.
     
      Rose was pissed! She tore the note into small pieces and threw them into
the toilet and flushed them.
      The girl that shared the washroom with Rose poked her head into the
washroom. Rose looked up, frightened.
      "Sorry if I startled you." The girl said. "I was wondering if I could
borrow some tampons. I'm on the rag and I ran out. Can I get some from you?"
      Rose spat back at the girl angrily, "What the fuck do I look like, a
fucking pharmacy? Go buy your own god damn tampons, if you can afford them, you
poor white trash."
      Rose stomped out of the washroom and slammed the door. The girl next door
screamed out that she was a bitch and slammed her own washroom door. Rose sat on
her bed and fumed. She didn't deserve this shit from anyone. She was among the
elite. This kind of thing only happened to poor people that lived in trailers
and shopped at Wal-Mart.
      She started to call her daddy, but she stopped when she realized that the
jewellery store would show that they were one two thousand dollar bracelet short
at the end of day on Friday. She wanted to scream and to throw stuff and break
it.
      "Fuck!" She cried out. "Fuck this! Whoever that son of a bitch is, he's
going to pay for this."
      A thought occurred to Rose. Her daddy had a gun and she knew where he kept
it. Maybe she could go over to his house and get it and then when she met him
tonight she could just blow the sick freak's head off.
      But then the police would investigate. They would find out about the disc.
Rose groaned and collapsed on her bed. What was she going to do? How could she
get out of it? Why was this happening to her? It wasn't fair!
      Eventually, Rose's mind gave up on figuring the situation out and she fell
asleep fitfully. When she woke up, she immediately ran to the washroom and threw
up. Her nerves got the better of her stomach and she couldn't help it. As she
vomited, she noticed her suitemate had left a bloody tampon floating in the
toilet. Rose was thoroughly disgusted as she had to smell and look at the filthy
thing as she puked her guts up.
      When she was finished, she flushed the toilet and gargled with mouthwash
to get the horrible taste out. She went back into her dorm room and checked the
clock. It was about nine o'clock.
      She sat down and thought about to what to do. She figured whoever had sent
her the video wanted to blackmail her for money. Everyone knew her daddy was
rich, so that seemed the most logical thing to her. She could handle that. Daddy
never asked where she spent any of the money anyway. He probably wouldn't even
notice if she had to pay off a blackmailer.
      She began to feel more at ease. Now that she finally had a plan and she
knew how to deal with the situation, she felt a lot better, more in control. She
turned on her television and watched one of those popular crime dramas everyone
kept raving about. Rose didn't quite get them, but watched them anyway to have
something to talk about with her friends after classes.
      After an hour or so, she got up and put the note and the DVD in her purse,
then thought better of it. It was the same purse she had bought Friday at the
mall. She changed purses, selecting a small purse just big enough to hold her
wallet, a lipstick, the disc and the note.
      She then went and took a shower, trying to feel a little less dirty and a
little more human. She washed her hair and face, shaved her pussy, legs and
armpits and then got out and dried off. She returned to her room and dressed.
She put on a tight pair of low-cut jeans and a t-shirt that showed her midriff.
She put her hair up in a pony tail, put on her watch, painted her fingernails
and toenails and put on a pair of open-toe sandals. She figured if she dressed
up nicely and used her looks, she could get the blackmailer off guard and turn
the situation to her advantage.
      Once she was clean and dressed, she sat back down and watched TV for a
little while longer. The longer she watched and the more she though about her
situation, the better she felt. She figured she would be done with this nonsense
and back to her normal life again in no time. Fuck this little prick, whoever he
was. He should know better than to fuck with her. She would pay him his money
and he would get what he wanted, but she would make damn sure that she found out
who he was and destroy the bastard completely when she could. After all, daddy
was a lawyer. He knew how to destroy peoples' lives. She was sure she could
gather enough information from him to make this blackmailing son of a bitch
regret the day he ever saw her.
      About half past twelve, she picked up her purse and left for the football
field. She decided not to drive. She didn't really think it was necessary; the
field was only a few blocks from her dorm.
     
     
      Richard sat in the bleachers at the field, waiting. He hated waiting, but
he did not want Rose getting there before him. The big field lights were off,
but the night lights were on so the field was lit, but not incredibly brightly.
He really didn't want her to see him when she walked in, but he wasn't going to
go out on a limb to conceal his appearance either, at least not a great deal. He
had bought a mask to conceal his face, but he wasn't really sure if he was going
to wear it or not. He wanted this to be a shock for Rose, but he didn't know
what would make the bigger impression on her. He figured he would wear the mask,
just for the hell of it. He could always take it off after he got her where he
wanted her.
      Next to him on the bleachers, where he had left it, was a black duffle
with supplies he thought he would need to pull off this little stunt of his. In
the bag were several lengths of rope, duct tape, a knife, scissors, handcuffs, a
high powered flashlight and a stun gun. He wasn't going to take any chances.
Tonight was going to go off just like he wanted it to.
      Richard heard something off to his right. He looked over and saw Rose
coming in the rusty gate to the football field. She walked right past him and
out to the fifty yard line. She was looking about nervously and clutching her
little bag to her side as if someone might come and mug her here on the field.
The night lights of the stadium weren't producing much light, but Richard could
see her slender body in the low cut jeans and t-shirt.
      What a slut, he thought. She probably thinks she's going to make me lose
my determination by thinking how cute she looks. That sounds like something she
would do.
      Her arrogance and vanity made Richard even angrier. He was more convinced
than ever that she was a dumb fucking cunt that needed to be taught a lesson.
And she was going to get her lesson, starting tonight. No ifs, and or buts about
it; she would never forget this experience.
      He took the flashlight out of his duffle bag. He also took out the stun
gun and stuffed it in his back pocket. He started walking quietly down the
bleachers to the field. He was only sitting five rows up so it didn't take long.
He pulled the mask on and stepped onto the track that circled the perimeter of
the field. He walked out onto the dewy grass.
      Rose was still looking around and had a look like a deer caught in the
headlights of an oncoming car. She didn't see or hear Richard approaching until
he was nearly standing right behind her. She turned around and shrieked in
surprise. As soon as she turned around, Richard flipped on the flashlight and
shone it right in her face to further conceal his features. He put the duffle
bag down on the ground next to him.
      "Hello Rose." He said, trying to make his voice sound deeper than it was.
He had known her for years; after all, he didn't want her recognizing his voice.
He doubted she would anyway, as little attention that she actually paid him.
"I'm glad to see you came. And a few minutes early. That was nice of you."
      "Look, scumbag. Let's just get this shit over with." Rose snapped at her
blackmailer. "How much do you want?"
      "How much?" Richard was a bit perplexed. He wasn't sure what she meant,
and then it dawned on him. "Oh no, Rose, this isn't about money at all. This is
about you learning a few things about life. This is about you learning that you
can't just go through your life running over people and treating them like
garbage."
      "Oh fuck you, you sick little prick!" Rose shot back at him. "I can to go
through my life running over people. If they don't want to get run over than
they need to get the hell out of my way. Do you know who my daddy is? He eats
people like you for lunch, you piece of shit. You don't get it, do you? I'm
better than you. I always will be.
      "So, you said you don't want money. What do you want then?" She asked,
putting her hands on her hips and looking quite indignant to have to be standing
here with some annoying, possibly crazed, person.
      Anger flashed through Richard, but he kept his cool. He wasn't going to
let her get to him and fuck this up.
      "I want you, Rose. I'm going..."
      She interrupted him immediately. "Well, you can't have me, you fucking
sick shit. What are you some kind of pervert? You think you're going to get a
little head out of this? You video me stealing some clothes and you think I'm
just going to cave like some stupid tart on a horror movie? You really are
stupid aren't you?"
      Richard stopped and stared at her. He doubted she even realized the irony
of what she was saying to him. He wasn't even angry. In fact, he almost laughed
at her.
      "Fine." He said, and turned to walk away, switching off the flashlight. "I
will send out copies of the dick to everyone I can think of tomorrow morning.
Have a nice life, Rose. Enjoy prison."
      Searing anger coursed through Rose's body, but more than that there was a
nagging knot in her gut that just wouldn't let this guy walk of and turn her in
to the police. As much as she hated to admit it, the fucker had her where he
wanted her. She hated that! She could stand being in someone else's power. She
was supposed to be the one controlling other, weaker people. After all, the
idiots she ran into daily were beneath her. Why couldn't they just accept it and
move on? She just wanted her BMW, her beach house and a platinum credit card
that her daddy paid for every month.
      Swallowing her pride, or maybe not swallowing it, but pushing it aside for
a moment, she said, "Wait."
      Richard turned back around a few feet from her. He turned the flashlight
back on her and started to walk slowly back toward her.
      "Don't go." Rose said. "What do you want me to do?"
      She almost sniffled when she said it. She knew this sick pervert was going
to take advantage of her. Make her suck his dick or maybe make her fuck him. She
knew she couldn't take it. She already felt like she would throw up again and if
this person touched her, she knew she would. At least she would have the
satisfaction of aiming at him.
      Richard put his bag back down next to his feet.
      "Turn around and put your hands behind your back." He said. He bent to the
bag and removed the roll of duct tape from inside it.
      Furiously, Rose did as she was told. She turned around and clasped her
hand behind her back. Richard looked at her for a second and noticed her purse
was still over her shoulder.
      "Put your purse on the ground." Richard insisted.
      She slid the strap from her shoulder and set the purse on the wet grass
next to her freshly painted toe nailed feet. She resumed her previous position
with her hands behind her back.
      Good girl, Richard thought. I didn't even have to tell you to put your
hands behind your back again. Maybe there's a little submissive bitch locked
inside all that fucking cunt of a shell after all.
      Richard put the flashlight down and walked directly behind her. She was
trembling, probably a lot more frightened than she was letting on. Quickly, he
wound the roll of duct tape around her wrists several times.
      Rose stiffened. "What are you doing?" She asked incredulously. She tried
to look over her shoulder at him, to maybe see who he was. Maybe she could catch
a glimpse of his face.
      Richard cut her attempt short, though. He tore off a short piece of tape
and covered her mouth with it. He noticed how wild her eyes went when he did
that as he fastened his fist in her silky hair and pulled her quickly to the
ground. She was making some small noises, both in pain and protest, as she was
first pulled to her knees, and then pushed forward onto her belly in the damp
grass.
      Richard pulled her sandals off, setting them aside. "You won't need
those." He said. He then wrapped her ankles in the duct tape, making sure not to
catch the cuffs of her jeans in the tape. He reached back into the duffle bag
and removed the knife and scissors. He cut her shirt right up the middle of her
back, and then cut down the backs of the sleeves, pulling the ruined bit of
cloth off of her when he had the fabric cut through. Rose began to squirm and
whimper in earnest. She was becoming afraid for her life. Good, Richard thought.
Let her fucking worry.
      He cut the cuffs and waistband of her jeans with the knife, and then split
right down the backs of both legs of the fabric with the scissors. He pulled the
jeans out from under her as the denim fell aside.
      And there the mighty Rose lay, naked in the wet grass of the football
field. The little slut cunt hadn't even put on any bra or panties. What a tramp.
Richard chuckled to himself.
      "What's the matter, slut?" Richard asked teasingly. "Didn't want to wear
any of those new panties you stole tonight? I can't believe what a fucking slut
bitch you are."
      She wanted to scream at him that she wasn't. She was no slut. She hadn't
even had sex, except with like three guys in high school. She couldn't defend
herself, though. She felt so afraid. She was alone and naked in the power of
some sick perverted guy that was about to do only God knew what to her.
      She jumped as she felt the cold steel of the handcuffs against her skin.
Richard slipped them on her wrists over the tape and ratcheted them shut. He
made them uncomfortably tight on purpose. He didn't want her slipping out of
them. He took the knife and cut the tape off her wrists, pulling it off and
setting it aside with her clothes and her purse.
      To be fair, Rose did try to fight Richard, but given her situation and the
fact that she had no idea what to do in her circumstance, she could do little
more than squirm on the ground and whimper at him.
      Warm tears were running down her cheeks. She never cried about anything.
She felt that it made her weak and she couldn't have that. But she cried now.
She was scared and she didn't know what this guy was going to do to her. She
just wanted her daddy. She wanted to be back at home with him and not thinking
about being raped by some freaky pervert.
       Rose noticed her attacker gathering up her things nearby. He put the
remains of her clothes and her purse into his black duffle bag and replaced his
item as well. He then picked up the bag and walked off without any explanation
at all.
      Oh my god! She thought. Was he just going to leave her here? Was this what
he had in mind? To leave her stripped naked and helpless on the fifty yard line
of the college football field? Her mind reeled at the humiliation. She would
never be able to live that down. All her friends would see her. Everyone would
make fun of her. Oh god. He couldn't leave her here like this. She would just
die.
      She shrieked, or would have shrieked if her mouth wasn't covered in duct
tape, when the man suddenly picked her up and over his shoulder. She was
reminded of the Tarzan movies where Tarzan threw Jane over his shoulder and
swung off into the jungle on a vine. Except she wasn't Jane, she was Rose. And
this guy was no Tarzan, he was scary.
      So, over the shoulder of her abductor she went. He walked out of the
stadium to the parking lot. Soon, Rose found herself being placed, rather
unceremoniously, into the back end of a black Chevy Blazer, then a thick blanket
was thrown over her and all was dark. She heard the man close the back of the
vehicle, and then she heard the driver's door open and a key being shoved into
the ignition. The engine turned over and the vehicle began to move. Rose had the
sinking feeling that she would never see her friends or family again, and it was
all because she stole a stupid bracelet. She never felt so stupid in her life.
      From the front of the truck she heard her abductor say. "Relax, Rose, your
life is about to take a wonderful and drastic turn for the better."
      The Blazer drove into the night.



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