Gift wrap her and take her to town.

Downstairs you quickly grab a nearly full bottle of vodka and a glass before heading back to your room. You find that Amy has struggled to her feet and is trying to pick up the knife from the floor where you cast it aside before raping her. She squeaks in dismay when you enter the room and she backs away from you, her tearful face crumpling.

"Please....let me go...Please..." she begs piteously as you advance on her with a savage grin.

"I'm going to let you go," you tell her and smile at the sudden flicker of wary relief in her face. "In fact, I'm going to give you a ride back to town. But first let's celebrate with a little drink." You pour the glass half full of vodka and put the bottle down before advancing on the cowering redhead, pushing her back on the bed and straddling her, grabbing her hair to hold her head up.

"Drink up, sweetheart. I wouldn't want you to think I'm a bad host," you laugh as you force the glass against her lips and start to pour the liquor into her. She sputters, coughing, spitting some of it out, but you persist, draining the glass into her before refilling it and repeating the process. She's crying, trying to resist, but she can't help but swallow most of it, her face flushing with despair.

When you estimate you've got at least ten ounces into her you stand up and look down at her as she sobs. Picking up the knife you cut away the remaining rags of her clothing, leaving her utterly naked. She looks up at you fearfully, obviously expecting another rape, but you surprise her by taking another plastic zip tie and binding her ankles together.

"What...what...are you doing?" she whimpers, her voice slightly slurred as the alcohol starts to take effect.

"Taking you back to town," you tell her as you find a roll of duct tape and tear off a strip, pressing it over her mouth as she squirms in panic. "Don't puke now. If you do you'll choke to death on your own vomit. And I can't stand a bitch who can't hold her liquor."

She looks at you with terrified eyes, making muffled squeaking sounds behind the tape as you pull on a pair of vinyl gloves and pick up the rags of her clothes and her backpack and toss them in a garbage bag. You wipe off the bottle of vodka and toss it in the bag as well. You pick her cellphone up and put it in your pocket, then put on a pair of sneakers and look down at her helpless naked body for a moment, your cock hardening a little at the sight of her.

"Time to go, you thieving bitch," you say, wrapping her up in a blanket, covering her from head to foot. You pick her up and throw her over your shoulder, then grab the garbage bag of her shredded clothes and carry her downstairs.

You open your door and step out onto the porch, pausing to listen for any sounds or signs that anyone is nearby. Hearing nothing you carry her towards the parking garage, taking care to stay off the path and in the dark shadows of the trees. Near the garage, you put her down in a patch of shadow, then take the garbage bag with you as you go to your car. You drive out, stopping a few feet from where you left her, and open the back door. Looking and listening for a moment, you detect no signs of anyone nearby and with a quick movement you pick up her blanket wrapped body and drop her onto the back seat as she squirms helplessly.

You drive off the school grounds and take the road to town, making sure you stay under the speed limit. The last thing you need is to get pulled over with a restrained and naked teenager in the vehicle, but you feel confident in your plan and smile to yourself at how easy things are going so far.

You drive carefully through town, noting that it looks entirely asleep, with no signs of life on the sidewalks and very few lights burning. You head out of the down town area to the more blue collar district, looking for any of the taverns you noticed in earlier visits.

It doesn't take long for you to spot one, it's neon lights still burning and a few vehicles parked in a small lot, announcing that it's still open. Perfect, you think, pulling into the lot and stepping out, looking around for a second to make sure you're alone and unobserved. You quickly pull Amber's blanket wrapped body out of the back seat and sit her up against an older model pickup before stripping the blanket off her and tossing it back in your vehicle. She looks at you with terrified eyes, whining under the tape as you produce a knife and cut the through the plastic ties on her wrists.

Before she can react you've raised them over her head and zip tied them again, this time looping them through the door handle of the pick up. You smile at her frantic eyes, then reach into your car and pull out the garbage bag you brought. You open the vodka bottle and pour the remaining alcohol over her, before tossing the rags of her clothing and her backpack on the ground beside her. You toss the empty bottle on the ground, shattering it, then throw the garbage bag back in your car. That done, you unzip her backpack and dump her stuff on the ground nearby, tossing the empty back pack aside.

"Have a good evening bitch," you whisper coldly to her as you crouch beside her. "If you're lucky the person who finds you will just take you home. If you're not lucky, you'll get all the cock you can handle." She looks up at you, her eyes welling with tears as she shakes her head, pleading silently for mercy as you get back in your vehicle and slowly pull out of the parking lot, leaving her behind.