Lauren stopped breathing when the man approached her and reached out for her breast. Here it starts, she thought dismally and closed her eyes not wanting to watch the leer when he began, but to her surprise he merely pulled the errant fabric over her  and that was that, and with the same dispassionate effort pulled her bottoms back where they belonged. He kept talking and telling her things which to her meant precious little. What was the point of niceties if the people he brought her to were going to kill her, possibly molest her first. But he was right about the screaming, take that gag out and she would scream until her throat gave out.<br/><br/>She looked around the motel room, a few hours ago, a refuge, a haven from people like him. Now here she was bound and gagged. After he placed her, not too ungently in the chair, and brushed her hair from her eyes and face she took a good look at him. He looked to be in his thirties, Italian, stock most likely, spoke with a Chicago accent. He secured her to the chair as he kept talking, so tight she couldn't move if she tried. She could probably fall over, but since there was no room below her, no one would hear.<br/><br/>The cheap green carpeting in the room, began to look darker as the sun slowly began to descend, and the lights outside by the pool turned on.  But he had said he was waiting for night time. Wait, her car! She had spent good money on that car, what would he do with it. Not that it mattered, that green and white number would soon belong to someone else, corpses don't need cars. But it was her car, dammit!<br/><br/>Lauren eventually just resigned to glare at him. Why they hell did they send a good looking guy? He wasn't dashingly handsome but in an Italian sort of way, he was good looking and had a confident and easy air about him, probably opened a good many doors for him. Why did they want her? She wasn't going to talk! She'd move to Argentina if that's what they wanted, she wouldn't talk! But it was no use, he had her gagged and she couldn't say any of these things to her. Maybe in the car he'd take of the gag and she could talk, maybe even escape. That's it, she'd pretend to be compliant and then run away. But first she'd hit him over the head. Hard. Really, really hard. And for good measure in his balls too.