The doll factory

Elizabeth woke not with a start but with a moan. Her head was aching as if a Sherman tank was parked inside her skull

Where am I? she thought to herself .

As if she was answering her own question her memories of last night returned.

It was the last night before she left for her backpacking trip to Canada, there was no food in the empty flat so she was going to drive to the nearest Macdonald’s for dinner. As she sat down in the drivers seat she had felt a stabbing pain in her butt it must have been some sort of needle with a **** in it as she had lapsed into unconsciousness before she could even stand up.

Where am I?

What am I doing her?

Where are my clothes?

How long have I been asleep?

Her mind was working incredibly fast but her body was still not responding.

With what seemed like incredible effort she managed to open her eyes.

The room was approximately the same size as her own apartment bedroom and had a mirror on the ceiling an empty rack to put clothes, a door and a television built into the wall covered by glass.

The monumental task of opening her eyes had exhausted her and just before she slipped back into unconsciousness she realized the TV was turned on but there was no sound.

When consciousness returned a second time the Sherman tank was still throbbing in the background but her body was doing what she was telling it. She was still in the same room

The thought hit her like a ton of bricks.

I have been kidnapped,

When blind panic came over her a second latter she went running for the door.

The first step caused agony in her feet and legs and she collapsed taking her second step.

She lay cold and naked on the floor looking at her feet and wondering why they wouldn’t straighten.

The door was locked, she crawled on her hands and feet over to it but she couldn’t open it nor had the hours banging on it produced a response from outside all it had done was make her headache worse.

Some time latter Elizabeth returned to the bed and tried to calm herself so she could think better.

For the first time she noticed what was on the TV, it was a porn move, some silicon chested bleached blond bimbo was getting fucked by two guys at the same time. She turned a way in disgust her taste in sex was a lot more “normal”. Elizabeth liked men and tolerated sex but she had always been far to independent to be put up with one man for any amount of time. She would not even think of sexual intercourse until at least a two months into a relationship, by this time she would be bored of them and send them on there way.

All right she thought to herself my kidnappers are not real smart. They have left me free, so sooner or later I am going to get an escape opportunity and I have to be ready for the attempt at any time. She wasn’t going to be a docile prisoner she was going escape. To get out she was going to have to be strong. With this thought Elizabeth lay faced down on the floor and began to do push ups.

God I love this job, Michel thought as he watched Elizabeth’s tight body on closed circuit TV. There was two views one from directly above through the mirror on the ceiling and the other from the position of the Television in her room.

Michel dialed up the number of the head trainer.

Stage one is proceeding well sir. The subsonic and subliminal are working, Bambi is showing an extremely strong desire to get fit, I am sending Candy in once Bambi has reached exhaustion.

Good. Keep me up to date came the reply