Linda felt a spark of hope kindle in her heart as she watched Max. She started to think that they might free themselves. Then suddenly she felt Bill's right hand let her go for a second. There was some fumbling behind her. Then there was a flash of blinding light and a loud, deafening roar. Linda finally realized a gun had gone off.
"Max!" she screamed loudly as she saw the cook jerk back against the wall, knocking a row of hanging frying pans clattering to the floor. "Max!" she shrieked again as he sank to the floor.
Bill shaved his gun into his pants. Linda screamed once more, then raised her leg and kicked back hard.
"Fuckin' bitch!" he growled, still holding her tightly.
"Let's get the hell out of here!" Jack said nervously.
"Let's take the bitch along with us," Bill said.
"What are you going to do with me?" Linda asked as the big blond trucker pulled her out of the restaurant and hauled her into the darkened parking lot.
"Don't rightly know now. But I'll bet that Chris is gonna be mighty happy with you like this now. He's got his fingers in a lot of pies. You know, he's even got a little hooker ring goin' 'round here," Bill said, stopping to press his groin against her firm butt. Linda's stomach churned sickeningly as she realized what he was doing. He had just shot Max and now he was thinking about fucking her. She could feel his hard groin pressing against her butt. With every sideways motion he made, her short dress worked higher and higher. Soon her ass was completely exposed.
"You animal! You fuckin' filthy pig," Linda hissed out between her teeth as she struggled violently in Bill's tight grip.
"I like a bitch who fights. Baby, I'm gonna make you kiss dirt and shit before I'm through with you," Bill grunted as he dragged her back toward his rig.
Linda fought him every inch of the way, clawing at his leathery skin with her fingernails when she could, kicking back with her feet when possible. But the big man held her tightly and firmly, dragging her across the loose gravel when she wouldn't walk.
"Okay, babe, up you go," Bill said, letting go of her with his right hand as he reached up and unfastened the big doors of the trailer behind his truck. Linda jerked away suddenly, breaking free of the big man.
"Hey," he cried out.
Linda almost fell on her face. She barely managed to regain her balance, staggering forward and running as fast she could in the loose gravel. Her shoes had come off in the fight in the diner. The sharp stones dug painfully into the soles of her feet as she fled away from the pursuing, shouting driver. Everything spun in front of her as she headed for the forest behind the diner. It was the only place where she had a chance of escape.
"I'll get you," Bill said threateningly as he closed the distance between them.
Linda looked back fearfully, seeing that he was only a few feet behind her. The trees were almost around her. If only she could get to them…
"Gotcha!" Bill cried out, wrapping his fingers around her hair.
"Ohhhhh!" Linda cried out in pain as he yanked back and sent her stumbling to the around. The gravel tore into her skin, ripping and shredding her nylons as Bill dragged her back to the truck.
"Iiiahhhhh!" Linda cried out as she saw the big rig again.
"I'm tired of this, bitch!" Bill said, letting go of her quickly. Before she realized what happened, Linda felt something hard whack across her face. Everything spun wildly around in her head as she lost consciousness.
Linda didn't know how long she'd been unconscious when she opened her eyes again. It was dark and cold wherever she was. The damp air made her shudder and curl her legs up under her ass-cheeks. Linda was afraid to move for several seconds, shifting only her eyes from one end of the tiny room to the other. In the bright moonlight, it appeared as if she were in some kind of jail cell. Suddenly, she heard a cry of agony from somewhere in the distance.
"Shut up, slut!" a harsh, low voice growled out followed by muffled cursing. Linda felt her skin crawl with horror as the cries of pain turned into sobs. Slowly she pushed up with her legs and stood up.
Her head was still a little dizzy from that blow Bill had given her. She staggered forward a few steps, reaching out with her right hand as she pressed its palm against the cold, damp stone of the wall in front of her.
Looking out into the clear night, Linda could see all the bright stars shining peacefully in the sky. Everything looked so calm and pleasant. Yet a man had been brutally murdered and she had been kidnapped and beaten, and for what purpose? Linda leaned heavily against the wall and sighed with unspeakable sadness. She'd wanted excitement. Well, now she had it and would probably die with it.
Judy! She suddenly thought. Who would take care of her daughter? A feeling of helpless panic crept over her as she pulled her ripped uniform tightly around her body to keep out as much of the damp chill as possible. Would the girl ever know what happened to her mother? What would she think when they found her body buried in some shallow roadside ditch? There was no relative left for the girl to go to. Linda closed her eyes and fought back the tears that welled up in her eyes. Her daughter would be forced into an orphanage! And God, for what? For what?
Linda's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sounds of footsteps coming up to the door. The cell door opened slowly as Linda turned around to face whoever it was walking in. The bright moonlight soon revealed that it was Chris Orozco.
"Enjoying your stay here?" Chris asked, nodding to someone behind him who closed the door again.
"What?" Linda asked.
"Being a trucker lets me into a lot of things," Chris said evilly as he sauntered up to Linda. She stepped back against the wall. "Let's just call this one of my training centers," Chris added, raising his hand up to her cheek and rubbing it tenderly. Suddenly an expression of extreme cruelty and hatred ripped over his face. His mouth twisted into a thin slash. He slapped her hard across the face, sending Linda crashing down to the dirt floor of her cell.
"You'll learn what submission's all about now, bitch," Chris said threateningly as he towered over the blonde.
CHAPTER FOUR
Linda stared dazedly in front of her. Chris' black leather boots glistened in front of her. There was the smell of freshly polished leather wafting into her flared nostrils as he mumbled some threatening curse at her. In that silver moonlight, Linda thought she could make out some blood on the toe of his boot. What did he want? Money? Power over her for a while? It didn't matter. Linda had the feeling that Chris simply enjoyed the pleasure of stomping helpless victims into the filth.
"You'll really eat it up, babe," Chris said huskily, still towering in front of her.
Linda didn't answer him. His big pot-belly hung inches over her head. The stink of his groin hung around her nose like a vile perfume. What was he going to do, chop off her clit with a jackknife? After what she'd seen at the diner, nothing would have surprised her. All Linda cared about was that it would be quick, whatever it was.
"Don't worry, baby. I'm not gonna kill you, at least, not yet," Chris said as if he could read her mind… Linda jerked her head up and looked into the man's cold, beady eyes. The flesh along her thighs crawled with horror as the big man took a step forward. He laughed as Linda instinctively shrank back.
"Don't!" she protested.