Chapter One

In high school Amy was the type of girl that made a boy’s heart beat loud enough for the whole class to hear. She knew it too. She had a way of smiling that made you smile back and turn red in the face. Boys would ask her out in front of their own girls without thinking, rambling about ‘would you like to go the movies or dinner or something’

She was petite; about 110 pounds which made her perky little C- cup breasts look incredible. You could almost put your hands around her waistline, yet she had nicely curved hips and a tantalizing ass. Her curly strawberry blonde hair smelled sweet as perfume everyday; a delicate scent that lingered in the hallways after she walked passed. She wore tight clothes and it was not unusual for her to be sent home for revealing too much.

I fooled around with other girls plenty; however Amy was my only real interest. I never pursued her directly - my varsity letter in wrestling was not enough to put me in her league. The desire was inescapable. It could be ignored but never suppressed. As our teachers rambled on about God knows what, I was plotting to take her freedom away. I knew that on my 18th birthday I would finally get the inheritance that would enable me to fulfill my ultimate fantasy.

As soon as we graduated I was already buying thousands of acres of untouched land outside of town. It took me a couple years to have a suitable mansion custom built that was in essence a cross between a modern castle and a military bunker. Everyone has an idea about what their dream home would be - some dream darker than others. It was surrounded by miles of thick woods and sealed behind a high perimeter wall complete with a keypad operated gate. My new home was imposing structure. The large two-story stonewalled manor sat atop an underground prison which was soon to contain my special young lady.

I was 21 years old when I first crossed the point of no return. The planning and preparation of years past represented a mere few of the millions of thoughts racing through my head as I looked down on my victim. Abducting Amy was shockingly easy. I parked at a grocery store about a mile from where she lived and strolled over to her place in broad daylight. I knew she would be at college until the late afternoon. I casually kicked-in the wooden privacy fence that enclosed her backyard and threw a baseball threw the sliding glass door. I knew the alarm would only detect if the door was opened - not if the glass broke. My first Steps into her house were a exhilarating. I had been tempted to snoop around, but stuck to the plan. I crawled into her attic and waited. When she got home she assumed the baseball had done the damage. I don't know if she even checked the house for intruders. In any case I waited with infinite patience.

In the middle of night I crept down into the house. Amy was sleeping like a baby when I drugged her and never even woke up as put her in the back seat of her own car and drove away. Now and then I checked her breathing and her pulse. In my mind she was my responsibility as well as my prisoner.