Ziggurat

Ziggurat drove his forest-green Mercury Sable home, the girls in the back seat. Occasionally, they giggled, but for the most part they talked quietly. Ziggurat had not restored the girls to their original state, nor did he plan to. First he had to teach them the rules, alter their moral and ethical beliefs, and so many other things to mold them as he saw fit. He had not even though of what he was going to name them.

The blonde, he recalled, had been plucked from a university in Ohio and the redhead from one in Wisconsin. Both were large campuses where the girls were part of the background, and by the time people realized the two girls were missing, there would be no chance of finding them. The blonde had been majoring in Education and had plans to be a teacher; the redhead, Social Work.