Breaking Down 1

The constraints of life had made him mad.  Well, rationally insane.  Many would say he had snapped, others that he broke though the iron belts of social bondage and was in pursuit of his own passions and desires.  He had thrown off the yoke of marriage, labor, economic responsibly, cultural expectation; he was a free man who did as he liked.

The cheeseburger spilled grease across his dirty jeans.  His wife would have scoffed at his choice of meal and the slovenly mess he had made of his clothes; he wiped his soiled hands in protest across his flannel shirt, unable to remove her judgmental stare from his imagination.  He was going to live life his way from now on, throw caution to the wind and entertain all his latent desires.  Desire number one was in the rear of his van right now, sleeping for the time being and unaware of the individual life had placed her control into.  He felt himself go hard as his looked in the rearview mirror, his lovely package glowed in the pale light of the moon; he pushed the van faster across the desolate stretch of road eager to reach his destination. 

A week ago he had been a well respected member of society.  He held down a solid job as an electrical engineer, making enough to support himself and his wife of twenty years and managing to squirrel away a decent amount into various stock and retirement options he’d always been encouraged to hold.  Society flashed numbers in his head of what a respectable man should make, and he had always striven to break beyond those numbers hoping one day to achieve some fiscal nirvana that promised stability and happiness.  He took good care of his body, eating sensible portions of healthy food divvied out by his controlling but loving wife, logging over twenty miles a week on his treadmill and always heading to bed by 10:30, rested and ready for the alarm bell at 6:00 and the continuation of the predictably monotonous rat race of life. He wasn’t always perfect, that was the armor he wore when interacting with others.  He had his demons; dark fantasies had permeated his dreams for years but he had always managed to keep them at bay. 

A week ago, while pouring his coffee into his travel mug, he realized he was unhappy.  He was fifty, had done all that society and his parents had told him to do, and was completely miserable.  He had no interest in his job, his supportive wife of twenty years, his fancy Audi, his ski vacations west of Denver, none of it.  He felt he had always played the game, succeed at it in fact, and yet he was unhappy.  He longed to hit the open the road, to live on a whim, to move without a purpose and experience the pleasures of life.  He wanted rationality to take a back seat and to live life for the moment, satisfying every wish along the way.  His dark fantasies called out during this dream of freedom; a loose plan began to percolate.

He never went to work that day, or ever again.  Instead, he went to the bank and liquidated everything he had in savings and investments into cold hard cash.  $600,000 to be exact.  While his wife slept soundly between silk sheets, he was trading his Audi straight up for a tricked out van, a large bag of pot and various essential supplies in one of the rougher neighborhoods of Denver. No papers were exchanged, no trace of his activity; after a trip to a local hardware store, he sped towards the mall and parked the van in the back of the lot waiting to start fulfilling his fantasies and knowing he would never see his wife or old life again.

He went to the mall often with his wife; it was their weekend tradition.  They would stroll the stores, she pointing out all the wonderful things she thought they needed for their already extravagant house, he ignoring every third of her words and admiring the bounty of young women that passed by. There was one in particular, she couldn’t have been more then 22, that worked in one of the many female boutiques his wife was always dragging him into.  She would move through the store pushing and competing with other women in the sales racks as he tried to glimpse what wonderfully slutty outfit his favorite girl was wearing that day.  He developed a range of fantasies about this girl and often thought of her during the lonely nights in bed with his snoring wife.  He had talked to her several times in the store and had learned her name was Mandy.  He even saw her click her way to her car one evening when he was shopping late and cataloged the dated Ford for future reference.  

He happened to be parked next her blue Ford on the early afternoon of his breakdown, filling the van with billowing clouds of pot smoke and enjoying the feel of the midday sun on his relaxed face.  He wasn’t sure when Mandy would be making a trip out to her car, but he was no hurry and was looking forward to having another interaction with her.  The employee parking was set far from the mall; it was an isolated stretch of concrete landscape that enabled him to smoke in relative isolation and served as an ideal location for his later intentions.  The sun moved across the sky, people skirted in and out of mall, packages filled trunks of cars and he sat blessedly content allowing life to wash over him in a state of calm purposelessness.  His purpose approached shortly after sunset. He saw her tall lithe figure cut an enticing silhouette against the lights of the lots.  Her billowing shirt brushed teasingly against her frame and ended well above her bedazzled bellybutton and tight chest.  He could see her tanned belly in his rearview mirror and admired her snug leather mini skirt and matching black boots as she walked by the van.  He stepped quietly from the front and crept behind her as she opened her car door.  He got close and startled her when he grabbed her arm.  She reeled around in shock as he pulled her arm behind her, and hearing her cry out in pain, he opened the side door to the van and shoved her light frame inside.  He had secured some chloroform in his trade for the van and managing to push Mandy to the floor and get on top of her, he placed a rag soaked with the substance over her surprised nose and lips.  He easily overpowered her struggled kicks and cries and within a minute she lay unconscious before him.

He pulled the miniskirt off first, exposing skimpy black panties he put his nose against to smell her sweetness.  He grabbed some rope he had procured from the hardware store and pushing her on her tummy, lashed her wrists securely behind her.  He pulled the cord tight, knowing she would buck when she awoke and bound her ankles in the same fashion, relishing the feel and smell of her black leather boots in the process.  He grabbed a medium size cloth from a bag of rags he bought and after stuffing the fabric deep into her mouth, stretched black tape across her lips to keep her quiet. 

She awoke halfway through their trip; he heard stirrings for a few minutes then sexy little cries of surprise and questioning started to emit from her gagged lips.  He knew of an long abandoned hunting cabin he and his friends used to use, and it was there that he planed to take and play with his newest acquisition. Her cries become louder; he began to grow hard again as he heard her struggle and kick about the the van.  He looked back at one point and managed to see her shirt had hiked up in her movements exposing a thin black bra that nestled two perfect little breasts; he hit the accelerator, willing the van to reach their destination.  

The van transitioned from asphalt to gravel, and after a few minutes of bumps and turns he placed the vehicle in park and turned off the lights.  It was dark night, not a soul was around and he felt a bit of chill in the early fall air as he made his way towards to rear of the van.  He threw open the back doors and trained a flashlight on his helpless prize.  She looked terrified by the beam of the light and started to struggle and scream with everything she had as he kneeled into to grab her. He ran his fingers through her silky auburn hair and looked hungrily into her tear streaked eyes.  She whimpered as he grabbed her ribs and pulled her from the van, and slinging her helpless body over his shoulder, he carried her screaming to the cabin with the feeling that right or wrong he was finally doing what he wanted to with his life. 

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