Careful What You Wish For

varkatzas.' character | Isabelle,

Isabelle had always had an online presence, even when she was younger. Her parents hadn't been the most approving but they kept a close eye on what she did, at least they had in the beginning. As the years wore on, they had become less diligent in reading her messages and strict on what she did on the internet. Almost a year ago, she had started talking to Tyler, a 16 year old boy who lived an hour away from her. She had pretty much instantly gone head over heels for him - hazel eyed, dimpled boys made her knees weak. After months of talking about meeting each other, the day had finally arrived. Tyler's uncle, James, had offered to drive him down so they could meet. She hadn't told anyone because she just knew everyone would get on her case that it was a bad idea. All the strange people on the internet, you had to be careful. Which was why she had chosen to meet them at the local mall - tons of people were around, nothing would happen to her.

She sat in the food court, nervously sipping at the smoothie she had bought herself. Isabelle kept glancing at her phone, leg bouncing. They would be here any minute and she could finally meet Tyler! Belle couldn't remember the last time that she had been so excited - nervous but excited.

James had, in the beginning, disapproved of Tyler's meeting someone on the Internet. But then he saw Isabelle's images and he was hooked instantly. She was a gorgeous girl, and she seemed to have a wonderful personality. When he saw those pictures for the first time, he immediately began making plans to make her his own. He knew if Tyler found out, then he'd never get a chance to meet Isabelle, so he never told Tyler, or anyone else, for that matter, of his plans. He agreed to drive Tyler to the mall to meet Isabelle, but that was just the first step in his plot. He'd managed to convince Tyler that he'd seen a recent message from Isabelle, saying that she wouldn't be able to make it, and Tyler fell for it, though he could've looked for his own self. James chuckled, getting in his truck, and began the drive to the mall. His nephew was so gullible. James could only hope that Isabelle was who she said she was, and not some psycho, which was ironic, as he himself, was a psycho.

She wasn't sure what to expect because she had never met Tyler before but they got on so well that she hoped once she finally met him in person, she could maybe start introducing him to her friends. Maybe even her parents eventually. Belle pushed those thoughts from her mind, knowing she couldn't focus on that - she had to meet Tyler before anything happened.

Isabelle looked up from her phone for what felt like the millionth time and smiled when she saw a man who seemed to be heading straight for her. An older man. She stood, fumbling to push her phone into her pocket. She cleared her throat, trying not to seem too nervous. "Hey, um, James?" It sounded more like a question than a greeting. She smiled nervously, a light blush covering her cheeks as she looked to him

James grinned when he spotted the beautiful Isabelle in the food court. He strode toward her, steps purposeful. When she looked up, his eyes widened slightly. Her pictures didn't do her any justice. "Yes. Isabelle?" he questioned, though he knew it was her. "Tyler's a bit shy. He said he'd wait in the truck," he smoothly lied after getting her answer. Damn. He couldn't stop looking at her. He was going to have fun with Isabelle. He just knew it.

Belle's face lit up as James affirmed who he was - that meant she was that much closer to meeting Tyler after nearly a year. Her expression fell a bit at the mention of Tyler being shy but she nodded anyway. It was kind of cute... Despite the uneasy feeling that settled in the pit of her stomach, Isabelle started to walk toward the exit with James. She was only nervous because she was meeting Tyler, no other reason. "Is he really that nervous?" She asked quietly, glancing toward James

James nodded. "Of course he is, Isabelle. He really wants to meet you, though." He led her out to his truck, which was parked far away from the other vehicles in the parking lot. They reached the truck, at which point Isabelle could see there was nobody inside. But James already was holding a rag soaked with chloroform to her nose, his other hand pulling her against him.

The closer they got to James' truck, the worse the feeling in the pit of her stomach grew. With her back to James, she looked into the vehicle to see no one. Just as it hit her what was going on, there was a cloth over her mouth. She dropped the smoothie that she had been holding, trying to scream and struggle against his grasp. It only took a few breathes for her to slump against his body, sleep overcoming her before she could really react.

James smirked when she slumped against him. He was glad that this had gone so easy. He lifted her into his arms like she weighed nothing and placed her inside the passenger seat. Before anything else, he duct taped her mouth and tied her hands and feet together. He didn't want Isabelle causing any trouble when she woke up. He got into the driver's seat quickly and drove out of the parking lot.

Isabelle let out a quiet groan as she started to come to, not fully realizing quite what happened until she went to open her mouth to yawn. Her eyes shot open, her heart skipping a beat as it all hit her at once. Her eyes were wide as she looked down to her wrists and ankles. Swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat, she reached up to wipe at the tears that were threatening to fall. She slowly looked out the window. She started to reach for the tape on her mouth, desperate to ask what was happening.

James saw Isabelle wake up. "Hello, darling," he lightly cooed to her. He saw Isabelle reach for the tape over her mouth and pushed her arms back down. "Don't do that," he warned, before brushing her hair from her face. "God, you're beautiful," he spoke before turning his attention back to the road.

Isabelle flinched when he spoke, the tears being spurred by his words. She tensed as he pushed her arms down, her heart ready to burst out of her chest. She shrunk away from James' hand, shaking her head frantically at the compliment. Fear slivered down her spine as she glanced around, realizing they were on the highway. They had already left her home? "Please," she tried to speak through the tape, letting out a sob as she curled in on herself

James chuckled. "Don't worry, darling. I don't plan on hurting you," he lied. If Isabelle didn't listen to him, he wouldn't be able to control himself from hurting her. He continued driving on the highway, giddy at the thought that this was actually happening.

Isabelle felt like she was going to be sick. She was almost sure it was going to happen so she pressed herself into her seat and closed her eyes. She focused on her breathing, wanting to calm down. She hadn't ever been taught how to get away from someone in such a situation... but she had to stay calm. Right? She was still panting, her eyes clamped shut as she tried to think of a way out of this.

James made his exit off the highway. He had a small house picked out to keep Isabelle locked in, and he was thrilled with the thought of what he could do with her. He glanced to his darling again, and ran his fingers through her hair, tugging on it slightly to make her eyes water.

Isabelle had nearly steadied her breathing completely when they pulled off of the highway, wondering if she could throw herself out of the vehicle now that they were going slower. Before she could really consider it, her hair was yanked backward. Her eyes flew open to look at him, eyes filling with tears. She tried to reach up to pull his hand away from her hair, wincing at the pain.

James smirked as he watched her eyes filled with tears. He released her hair, but then slapped her in the face. "Don't you ever try that again," he snarled. He drove to the small house, deep in the woods, and dragged her out of the car when he finally stopped.

Belle yelped into the tape, eyes closing as she braced herself against the pain. She began to cry as she pressed herself against the door, holding her cheek. She shook with sobs, only getting worse when he pulled to a stop in front of a cabin. She'd almost be happy if the circumstances had been different.

When he walked around to her side, she tried to clamber away from him, only to be yanked out despite her efforts. She struggled against his grip, screaming into the tape. It was a useless effort but she felt like she had to do something. Anything.

He slapped her again when she tried struggling against him. Dragging her into the cabin, he threw her to the floor, eyes scanning over her body. "Tell me, are you a virgin?" he sarcastically asked, ripping the tape from her mouth. James smirked at the pain he was causing her.

Isabelle cried out, slumping against James after she was slapped. She stopped struggling, tears falling down her face. She was started to hyperventilate as she was dragged into the cabin, wondering if she'd ever see her family again. She had been so stupid... She choked back a sob as James threw her to the ground, wiggling away from him. Her eyes went wide at the question, only to yelp as the tape was ripped away from her. She began to scoot away from him, making little distance. "I-I-I wa-want to go h-home," she sobbed, hoping she could just ignore the question.