Night has fallen and it's time to greet Zendaya

While my plan was foolproof, I still couldn't help but feel nervous during the drive. Every so often I'd switch back to the news station to see if any updates came up about who I was, but luckily no. So far the police were left with only false leads, fans were utterly distraught, and most satisfying of all, I got to listen to that pipsqueak of boy Tom Holland cry out on the radio for me to "please have a heart and bring her back." That one certainly got a good laugh out of me.

And that was pretty much all there was on the news for the whole 4 hours. By the time I left the open city and got on to a backroad, I felt safer and chilled out, returning back to listening to rock full time with occasional glimpses back towards Zendaya's body to give stir up some fun daydreams to get me by.

But now it was finally over! As I drove down a silent lonely road, I began to hear some stirring in the back.

"Hmmm... w-what's going... on???" I could hear the sweet soft delicate voice of a groggy Zendaya waking up. Glancing toward my GPS, I could see that I was at least 5 miles past the California border, and with the Sun just about setting over the horizon, I decided now was a good time to stop. I had a long day and now it was time to have some dinner, make love to my woman, and then hit the hay.

Pulling off the dirt road, I turned off the van and began making my way around towards the back to hop into the camper portion. As I opened the door, I could see Zendaya was starting to get more coherent.

"I... I... w-why can't I move my hands and feet... why...??? What's going on? What's going on!? Who are you!?!?" She was starting to pick up in volume.

Stepping forward, I put a knee down on the bed, between her legs, to lean over her before gently placing a finger over her lips.

"Shhh. It's okay. Don't freak out." I told her with a reassuring voice.

"Don't freak out!? Don't freak out!? WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!?!?!" She screamed out.

Laughing, I leaned further down and firmly gave her a kiss. Of course, she wasn't appreciative of my gesture and it was really just kissing a pair of tightly closed screaming lips, but the feeling of finally touching her lips with mine was utter bliss for me. Pulling back, I gave her hair a gentle caress, before giving her a hard slap across the cheek, leaving a red handprint behind. Immediately she shut up and stared silently up at me with scared eyes and a trembling body.

It hurt me to do that to her and I felt bad for knowing what type of stress she was in, but after dinner, I'd be sure to make it up to her.

Continuing to caress her hair, I spoke again in a soft gentle voice, "I said relax my goddess. I'm not going to hurt you... Unless I have to."

Giving her a stern look, I waited until she caught on and nodded her head.

Seeing her compliance, I let out a soft sigh before letting my hand drift from caressing her hair to caressing the cheek I had recently slapped. "I know that things look scary, but one day you'll realize what it is I'm doing for. I've come to rescue you from the world, to free you from the sin that humanity has sought to corrupt you with. I've come to free you and let you live life, treated as a goddess deserves."

Leaning down again, I began to pepper her face with kisses, pausing each time to speak while letting my hand travel down from her face and across her body.

"Treated... with adoration... with care... with love... with worship... and with pleasure." I ended with a firm kiss against her lips.

"P-p-p-please s-sir. Please let m-me go." She whimpered out with tears beginning to pour down her cheeks.

Giving her a sad look, I stepped away from the bed.

"I'm sorry Zendaya, but there's no way I'm letting you go. I'd be a terrible worshiper if I let my goddess go so soon after getting her." And with that, I stepped away from the bed. "Now, I'm a bit famished after the long ride, so I think it's time we have some dinner."

"D-dinner? Drive? W-where am I?" I could hear her whisper out with fear in her voice.

Moving over to the small kitchenette, I swiftly began grabbing some ingredients before flipping on the stove.

"Well, for dinner I thought I would cook us up some nice burritos. Don't worry. I know you're a vegetarian and so I have some ingredients for a nice veggie burrito I think you'll like. As for your other questions? Well, it wouldn't exactly be smart to keep you near the place I took you from and in such a busy city at that. So, once I saved you, I took us on a 4-hour drive to here."

With that, I paused from my cooking to swing open the van door for her to look outside. With that, she could easily see the night sky and rolling desert that stretched as far as the eye could see.

"Here at the crossing point between California and Nevada, out in the middle of nowhere. Sooo...." Grabbing a knife from a drawer, I turned to face her with a stern look. "Here's the deal. While I cook, you have two options. Either you behave like a good girl and sit tight, or you can struggle kick, and scream the whole time. I'm telling you now, escape won't happen and even if you do manage to get out of your bonds and somehow take me down, my phone and keys are locked in a safe in the cab and the only people that can help you are miles away in the desert in a direction you wouldn't even know where to go.

"So, there are your options. Be a bad girl and receive a punishment much worse than a slap, or be a good girl and not only will you get a nice warm meal, but I'll also treat you with a very relaxing and fun night."