What’s next?

As Richard drove, she started to have feelings of doubt.
She had agreed to be “kidnapped” but this was starting to get scarily real.
What did she know of this man?
How long would he keep her?
Where was he taking her?

Eventually she manages to calmed down somewhat.
She had wanted this, she had agreed agreed to this and the uncertainty and danger were all part of the game.

She tried to keep track of how they were driving. She had read online once that by estimating turns and twists, she could potentially figure out where she was.

Richard, however, knew this trick as well. He intentionally went extra circles on roundabouts. Sometimes he would stop at the side of the road and a couple times he even went back the way he came.
Richard wasn’t worries about his victim in the back, the straps would prevent her from getting thrown around in the trunk and the floor was padded.
He could keep her there for as long as he wanted.

Eventually the car slowed down as it went down into a small, personal underground garage. She had arrived at the one place you should always avoid when being kidnapped: a secondary location (your kidnapper's home)

Richard opened the trunk and smiled at his victim as she moaned into her gag.
He released her from the straps and helped her out of the trunk

The room she standing in was a perfect cube with a white ceiling, walls and even floor. The room had a pleasant light from 2 lights hanging in the ceiling.
On the left and right side of the room was a metal door.

Richard effortlessly picked her up and slung her over his shoulder carrying her towards towards the door on the left.
When the door opened, they revealed a set of stairs going downwards even further underground.

As he carried her downwards Richard casually said: “Welcome to your new life as my plaything”

She could only mumble in response.

“Ah yes, We’ll get that gag out once I have secured you in the dungeon and then we can talk.”