An unexpected meeting

Vanessa had taken a long walk, trying to get back into the feel of being outside. She could taste the freedom, not having to worry about anything anymore. In a way, she found this better than the life she had before, because she could do anything and not have to work again. On her walk, she found a park in the middle of a suburban area. Vanessa sat down on a bench and watched as time passed by. She put her sunglasses on and got back into her bitchy mode. Vanessa watched the people walking around the park, taking in the fresh air. She was feeling free and happy, as she slowly began drift off. Vanessa took a nap on the bench.

One of the people in the park glanced over towards Vanessa, noticing that she'd fallen asleep. "She's out, that dart worked perfectly, she doesn't even know she's been ****!" The man spoke into his earpiece, smirking at the fast asleep Vanessa. Two girls dressed in black clothes appeared from a bush near where Vanessa was sleeping. They rushed over to Vanessa, chucking her arms over their shoulders. The girls carried Vanessa out of the park, looking as though Vanessa had too much to drink. Vanessa was carried over to a van, where two more guys dumped her in the back.

Vanessa had slowly started to wake back up, her eyes adapting to the darkness in the back of the van. When Vanessa realized what was happening, she rose to her feet quickly. Unfortunately, the van was still moving, and had just gone round a corner. Vanessa was instantly pushed back down onto her butt. She heard lots of muffled talking from within the cab of the van, but couldn't make out what her kidnappers were saying.

After about 10 minutes, the van finally came to a stop. Within seconds, the doors to the van were opened and Vanessa was quickly dragged out of the van. A bag was placed over her head, and she was escorted through some sort of building. All Vanessa could smell as she was escorted around the premises was animal feces and food.

Vanessa was dumped onto a chair, her hands swiftly tied behind her back and the bag removed from her head. She was instantly blinded by a bright light, her eyes slowly adapting to its brightness. Eventually she could see her surroundings, but not too much. The light was coming from a desk lamp, on a table. Everywhere else was covered with pitch black darkness, all Vanessa could see was the chair she was sitting on and the table infront of her.

She suddenly heard high heels clacking towards her, as a myserious figure sat behind the table infront of Vanessa. "You certainly fucked things up." The voice spoke, sounding feminine. "Come again?" Vanessa responded. "Oh don't put up the acts they taught you down there, I know who you are, Mrs Sinclair."