You take her back to town

You smack her ass and leave her sobbing into the couch cushions, your spunk oozing out of her. Trotting upstairs, you dress quickly and gather a few items before returning to the living room. Amber has rolled onto her side, but is still whimpering pathetically, looking up at you with desperate hope as you enter the room.

"You said you'd let me go," she whimpers.

"No, you said that. I didn't agree to anything. But I am going to take you back to town." You grab her legs, holding her ankles together and bind them with plastic zip ties. You do the same with her wrists before removing your handcuffs, ignoring her squeaks for mercy. You sit her up and force the neck of the bottle of vodka between her teeth, making her gulp some of it down. You feed her most of what's left in the bottle, about ten ounces, before capping it and putting it aside.

"What are you going to do?" she whimpers, quivering in terror.

"I told you I'm taking you back to town," you answer, tearing off a strip of duct tape and wrapping it around her head, sealing her mouth shut. Her eyes are wide with horror as you wrap her up in a blanket, covering her completely. That done you toss the remaining zip ties, the roll of duct tape and the vodka bottle into a garbage bag, then stuff her backpack and the rags of her clothing in after it. You keep her phone, shoving it into a pocket before picking up the bags and the girl and carrying them to the front door, flipping off the cottage lights before you open it.

You 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 had hoped that a tavern might be still open, but all of them look closed, their neon signs off and their windows dark. Shrugging, you continue to drive, looking for an alternative spot to dump her.