Chapter 1

Friday night. A hectic week is at an end, and we have plans to attend the Spanish Film Festival, currently showing at a cinema across town. The sitter has been arranged, and I am to pick you up from work at 6 p.m. Little do you know that I have altered our “Spanish” night out; I don’t think it will be a night that you will soon forget.

I arrive to pick you up from work, promptly at 6 p.m., the traffic is heavy, and it is dark and getting cold out already. I see you on the sidewalk; your smile melts me every time you turn it towards me. You walk towards the car in what is a rather short dress for you; I certainly don’t recall seeing it before. I would have remembered a mid-thigh number on your beautiful legs, that’s for sure! You are also wearing some beautiful new sandals, but no jacket because we did not expect it to be this cool tonight.

The dress rides up outrageously when you sit down next to me in the passenger seat. Fantastic. You little cock tease, I think to myself. You deliver one of those kisses on my waiting lips – you know – the ones that you only ever experience from someone special in your life. Welcoming, passionate, loving - and just for me. My temperature is rising despite the flood of cool evening air that you bring with you into the car.

It is only a short drive, and I do most of it with my hand gently caressing your leg as you tell me about your day, and I tell you about mine. We drive to the area where the cinema is located, and I park in one of those nondescript multi-storey car parks. We walk down the grey concrete stairwell, so common to these types of structures, and exit into an alley behind the car park.

Pushing open the heavy steel door leading into the alley, we are greeted by a dimly lit alley full of rubbish and other castaway materials. At the far end of the alley, more than 100m away, we can hear the dull roar of road traffic and other street sounds. We walk, arm in arm, through the narrow confines of this brick canyon, weaving around the piles of rubbish.

As we near the end of the alley, less than 10m away, I wrap my arms around your waist. Initially, you see this as a playful act. You smile and laugh nervously, thinking I might tickle you. However, I lift you entirely off your feet and take several quick steps backwards into an even smaller and darker side-alley.

I set you down, but immediately push you forcefully around a large trash compactor. Before you can even consider what’s going on, I press you face first against the cold brick alley wall, your cheek hard against the rough exterior. You make to ask me what I’m doing, but I immediately command you to be silent. With one hand between your shoulders pinning you to the wall, I grab one of your wrists. You hear and feel the cold steel handcuff close around it, ‘click, click, click, snap’ as it tightens and locks. The other wrist follows the first, ‘click, click, click, snap’. I continue to firmly pin you to the wall, your purse falls onto the ground.