Run into her.

The first time I met Antonia I knocked her out cold! It was a complete accident. It was late evening and I was out in the woods just about giving up on a day's hunting with nothing to show for it. I had got packed away my rifle and got on my dirtbike and was heading home along the trails. It was only about a mile to my cabin now but the woods were tight and the path narrow. I turned a tight bend and right in front of me with her back to me was a woman in a long frilled dress in a native American style. I took this in, in the second before the bike whacked into her from behind. Fuck!

I picked the bike up. It had pranged straight into a tree and the front wheel was bent to hell. It was going nowhere. I pushed it off the trail to come back for it later then came back to check on the girl. She was cute! Her long chestnut hair was bound in two even pigtails at the side. She had nice titties too I observed. I also observed her to be completely unconscious! Fuck! I got no reception on the phone out here, and there was no way I could get her to anywhere for help tonight. It was too far and the bike was my only ride out here. I would have to take her to the cabin and even then I couldn't carry her that distance. I hastily put together a litter from a few thick branches and my blankets from the bike and rolled her into it. To stop her falling out, I tied her arms and legs to the branches tightly, then strapped her down onto it with bungee cord from the bike too. Satisfied that she wasn't going anywhere, I picked up the ends of the branches and started dragging her home.

Antonia started to resume consciousness and tried to make sense of what was happening to her. Her memory replayed for her, her evening walk. She had followed a stream in the woods along a little path for a few miles, listening to her favorite whale songs in her earphones and was just about to turn for home when it stopped. No further memories until now. Awake, with a sore head, being jostled in the dark. Unable to move. She quickly became scared but made no sound. She tried to pull her arms up, but they were tied tight to something and remained at her side Her feet too were similarly restrained. She was being kidnapped! Oh no! she lay still and tried hard to think of what to do. She remembered what she had seen on a documentary on kidnap survivors. They had mostly survived by making friends with their abductors, getting them to see the victims as real people who they could like, and by extension, not want to kill. She resolved to be nice and as friendly as possible to whoever was kidnapping her until she could find a way out.