Chapter 1: Secret Fantasies About a Mom.
On a serene evening in Arcadia, within the confines of a shady, secure, tree-lined neighborhood, resided Frank Powell. He sat in the basement room of his house, engrossed in photographs of a woman known as Meredith Baxter. Frank, aged 41, stood tall at 6 feet 7 inches, had striking black hair, mesmerizing emerald green eyes, and a Caucasian complexion. Unattached and captivated by his subject, Meredith, aged 37, with a height of 5 feet 7 inches, adorned with cascading brown hair and warm brown eyes, held the esteemed position of a diligent librarian at the Arcadia Public Library. Beyond her professional pursuits, she embraced the role of a devoted mother to her cherubic 3-year-old son, Benji Baxter. Their bond exuded pure adoration; her love for her little one knew no bounds, reciprocated in kind by Benji. Meanwhile, Frank's fixation with Meredith extended to unsettling lengths, stealthily capturing moments from her daily routine: her evening strolls, morning chores to the bank, post office, and grocery store, her diligent shifts at the library. He intrusively immortalized her in a swimsuit, lounging on a deck by an above-ground pool, basking in the sun, as well as during her serene morning yoga sessions. Slowly, fantasies weaved their way into Frank's thoughts, wrapping around Meredith like a suffocating vine, their nature turning decidedly carnal. Eventually, a nefarious plot took root in his mind - a twisted scheme to abduct her, hold her captive, and coerce her into a nightmarish intimacy. With sinister intentions, he began formulating his scheme to abduct Meredith.
The following morning, Meredith and her lively toddler son Benji were enjoying breakfast together. Soon, Meredith would drop Benji off at daycare before heading to her job as a librarian. After about an hour, they both got cleaned up and dressed for the day. As they left their cozy home, Meredith held Benji's tiny hand as he happily skipped alongside her. A gentle cool breeze danced around them, adding an extra layer of tranquility to their morning. Unbeknownst to them, Frank Powell discreetly trailed them in his car, his watchful gaze fixed on Meredith. He observed the graceful way her body moved and couldn't help but flash a sly smile in her direction. He caught a glimpse of her gazing at her toddler son with an affectionate grin adorning her face. Benji returned to her gaze with an endearing smile of his own.
Frank continued stalking them until they reached the daycare. Meredith gave Benji a loving hug, and he hugged her back. She watched him walk inside the daycare and then continued walking to the library. Frank continued stalking her and decided that he was going to grab her when she was all alone. He continued stalking her until she was indeed all alone. Frank stopped the car, got out, sneaked up behind her, grabbed her, and put a chloroform-soaked cloth over Meredith's nose and mouth. Shocked and surprised, Meredith started screaming and struggling until the fumes of the chloroform started taking effect. She passed out. Frank then started carrying her lifeless body to his car, opened the trunk, carefully laid her inside, closed the trunk door, got back in the driver's seat, and drove off.
About an hour later, Frank finally arrived at his house. As he drove up the driveway, the front of his garage came into view. With a press of a button, the automatic garage door gracefully lifted, revealing a cavernous space inside. Frank smoothly maneuvered his car into the garage, the door silently closing behind him. Bringing the car to a stop, he opened the driver's side door and stepped out, closing it behind him. With purposeful steps, he made his way to the trunk of the car. As he opened the trunk, his hands tenderly lifted Meredith's lifeless body, securing her gently inside before closing the trunk. Carrying her with solemn reverence, he carefully transported her into the depths of the basement.
An hour passed before Meredith regained consciousness. Her head throbbed with a lingering haze of chloroform. As she struggled to make sense of her surroundings, terror gripped her - she was not in her familiar home, but trapped in a dimly lit basement. A chilling realization washed over her as she discovered her clothes were missing, leaving her vulnerable. Lying on her stomach, with her wrists and ankles bound tightly to the bed, a cloth gag stifling her cries, she was overwhelmed by fear and confusion. Questions raced through her mind. Why was she here, in this ominous place? Would she ever hold her beloved toddler son, Benji, in her arms again? Instantly, Meredith's senses were on high alert as she heard a door creak open and then shut. The sound of footsteps descending the basement stairs made her heart race. Much to her astonishment, Frank Powell emerged into view, his eyes filled with an unsettling desire. Caught off guard, Meredith found herself bound on the bed and lying face down, vulnerable to his gaze. With deliberate steps, Frank approached her, his fingers skimming the delicate skin of her calf with a slow, tantalizing touch. Meredith let out a light gasp, her breath hitching as Frank's fingers gently glided over the soft skin of her calf, causing her to start whimpering. As he tenderly caressed the calf. She slowly closed her eyes, fighting against his seductive touch and the gentle stroke of his fingers on her lower legs. As he began gliding further up her legs, Meredith persisted in keeping her eyes shut, determined to resist his alluring caress.
Frank gently ran his hands over Meredith's thighs, prompting her to whimper softly and keep her eyes shut.
"Dear God, please rescue me from this predicament I'm in," Meredith prayed silently.
