The man took her phone, which Allison certainly wasn't surprised by but someone had called her. And her phone represented help. It represented some sort of escapist pastime. Now it was his. It was the 21st century version of criminals cutting a home's phone lines.<br/><br/>She sighed when she saw him take her phone, but her eyes went wide with interest when he happened upon her hospital ID. She locked eyes with his.<br/><br/>Allison gave no answer when he posed his question about freeing her now that he knew she was a nurse. She just blinked and stared at him. it would have been pathetic for her to nod her head yes.<br/><br/>Allison whimpered when the brute pulled her close and fondled her some more. She felt oddly like Fay Wray in "King Kong"---the tiny woman being played with like a toy by the big ape.<br/><br/>Rade. Oh. My. God. One of those exotic names like in the romance novels. Horrifyingly ironic.<br/><br/>The first slap stung like a bitch. Allison squeezed her eyes shut and squealed into the tape gag. Then another. Allison could feel her ass turning as red as her hair.<br/><br/>Would she behave? Fuck yes. She wasn't insane. She also wasn't one of those sassy, tough chicks who liked to portray themselves as independent and never needing a man's help. Like some of the women in the romance novels. They were fun women to read and fantasize about, but Allison wasn't like that. She was a woman who loved it when a man held the door open for her, or pulled her chair out, or let her off the elevator first. She loved chivalry, something that was as 180 degrees away from Rade as it could be.<br/><br/>Allison nodded. "Mmmm...mmm-hmmm," she bleated through the tape, blinking through tears. Fuck pride. She wanted to live.<br/><br/>But as far as being a nurse, she would help him if he let her. It was part of the oath she took when she graduated nursing school. Of course, there wasn't anything in school that covered these kinds of situations.<br/><br/>He stopped slapping her and Allison could still feel them on her throbbing ass. The breaths came fast and furious through her nostrils, with her mouth closed to thru traffic.<br/><br/>She looked at his legs. The left one was the one that appeared hurt. A closer examination saw blood staining through his jeans just below the knee.<br/><br/>Allison nodded at the leg. "Hmmmm? Hlmmm ewwwm?"<br/><br/>Her eyes were wide and plaintive.