Levi had ditched the truck he’d stolen from the young woman in Randolph, Utah where he had stolen another truck from an older man he’d attacked, bludgeoned, and stuffed into the cab of the first truck. He yanked the wallet from the old man’s pants pocket and withdrew the wad of money inside. Chuckling, he threw it back at the man and hopped into the newly stolen truck.

After several hours of driving, he stopped at a gas station and filled the truck up with gas. Quickly, he paid for the gas, bought a new T-shirt from a rack of Nascar shirts, and some food. He knew he had to discard his jail issue chambray shirt. It clearly marked him for what he was. Before he left the gas station, he changed his shirt, pitching the jail issue shirt in the trash.

Two days later, Levi crossed into Nevada at Mesquite, pulled into a roadside rest area, and looked for another automobile to steal. Like a stalking big cat, he watched for his next victim. He waited patiently. Several hours later, after night had fallen, the rest area was void of cars and travelers, a woman drove up and parked beside him. Levi sat up and took notice as she went inside to use the restroom. Levi checked over her car, making sure she had no companions. Entering the rest stop behind her, he followed her into the women’s restroom and waited for her to finish. He hid within a stall, keeping the door ajar. He listened as the toilet flushed, and she walked over to the sink, the high heels of her patent leather pumps clicking on the tiled floor.

She was an attractive woman, perhaps in her thirties. She had a shapely figure and long luscious legs. His manhood swelled with need and bulged against his zipper. He looked her over once more. Her dark honey hair fell in waves down her slender back. She had large breasts, a small waist and slim hips. From behind, he grabbed her. She struggled to break free, fighting him with all the strength she possessed, but it was not enough. Levi easily overpowered her. He spouted obscenities as he pummeled her face. Then he ripped her clothes off, tying her up with them. Levi took her roughly, reveling in her lush charms. He groaned his relief and gave into his carnal release, spewing his seed on the floor. He pushed himself away, knelt on his knees between her legs, and fastened his pants. He hated to leave her behind. She had seen his face. He chuckled loudly, evil and devilishly. He’d take her with him. She’d be his personal sex slave.

“Get up, bitch,” he growled as he untied her, and tossed her clothes on the floor beside her.

She sobbed as she obeyed him. “What are you going to do with me?” she asked, as she cowered before him.

“You’re going with me…as my hostage. I can’t let you out of my sight. Would you rather I kill you?”

“Please, please don’t kill me,” she cried as she fastened her torn blouse and slipped on her coat.

“I won’t if you do as I say.”

“I’ll do anything,” she pleaded.

“What’s your name, honey?” he asked as he touched her face.

She flinched visibly. “Challen.”

“Where ya headed?”

“Home…to Las Vegas.”

“Good, because I’m headed to Las Vegas. You can show me around, but I warn you, bitch, if you even think of double-crossing me, it will be the last thing you do.” Levi threatened. “Now let’s go.”

He pushed Challen out the door and towards her early 80’s model Monte Carlo. Grasping her wrist, he walked to the truck and grabbed his things from it. Quickly he wiped away all traces of his fingerprints on anything he had touched and locked up the truck, leaving the keys inside.

“I’ll drive. You get in the back seat,” he growled as he opened the driver side door of the two-door coupe and pushed her in. Frightened by him, she obeyed him without any qualms. She knew her life was in his hands. Their eyes met as he looked into the rear view mirror and she gave him a wan smile.

“Don’t get any ideas, honey,” he rebuked. “I’m not easily taken in by a woman’s charms. And I won’t hesitate to kill you if you double cross me. I’ve killed before.”

Challen swallowed hard, her throat dry. “I won’t do anything like that. I’ll do whatever you want,” she said, too quickly.

“I don’t trust you either. No woman can be trusted. They cheat. They lie. They leave you after they’ve taken all they can. Take, take, take.” Levi growled, bitterly, his voice gravelly and menacing. “I won’t have it. Women are meant to serve men in whatever way the man pleases, whether it be on her backside or taking care of his house, his kids. Barefoot and pregnant. You women were meant to be subservient in all ways.”

Her courage rallied. “Time’s have changed. We are equals,” she rashly blurted out.

Levi cruelly backhanded her. “Then take your equal opportunity beating, bitch. You’ll do as I say or pay dearly.”

Challen chewed on her lip, and nursed the bruise on her cheek. She dared not speak as Levi set the car on motion. He drove out on the interstate, heading in a southwesterly direction, headed for Las Vegas.

Four hours later, he reached his destination. Challen directed him to a low rent motel on the south end of the strip past the Tropicana. Pulling a cap on to shade his face, he ushered her to the office where they rented a room indefinitely, but he hoped to find Kaia within a week’s time. Where to begin was another matter? Perhaps Challen could help.

Challen accepted the room keys from the clerk at the front desk and together she and Levi walked to the room with the steel grip of Levi’s hand wrapped tightly around her arm. After he unlocked the door, she shoved her roughly inside and shut the door behind him.

His eyes perused the room, taking in the modest accommodations. A double bed, a chest of drawers, a round table, two chairs, an old TV on a stand, a closet and a small kitchenette filled the room. He took note that the room was small but clean.

“Undress, bitch.” Levi briskly ordered.

“Can you get my suitcases from the car?” Challen asked, her voice no louder than a squeak.

“Sure, but if you think I’ll leave you in here by yourself, you must be certifiable,” he retorted as he shoved her toward the door. Together they moved her car in front of the motel room and brought her suitcases in.

“What do you have in here?” he asked as he looked over the three large suitcases as she removed her torn blouse and soiled skirt.

“My clothes. I’d been in Salt Lake City on an extended visit with family,” she replied.

He nodded as he set them aside. “You got money?”

“Cash and credit.”

“Bank account?” He glared at her through steely eyes, harsh and unforgiving.

“Yes, I do.”

“How much is in your account? Is it checking or savings?”

“Both,” she stammered. “About 20 grand all together.”

“Good, we’ll need money. I need clothes. There’s bound to be a Wal-Mart or some kind of a clothing store around here somewhere.”

“There’s a mall a few blocks down.” Challen replied. “I’ll buy you whatever you need.”

“That’s a good girl. You have a house here in town?” he asked.

“Yes, out in Henderson. We could go there. It’s a big house. You could hide out as long as it takes.” Challen offered too eagerly.

“NO!” Levi roared. “No way in hell!!”

“Sorry, I just thought if you were there, you wouldn’t be recognized by anyone.”

“No! You mentioned you were visiting family, who else knows you were in Utah? Do you have a husband? A boyfriend?”

“An ex-husband.”

“No boyfriend or lover?”

“No.”

“Good.”

“I’ll be missed, though. I own a business here in Vegas.”

“What kind of a business?”

“Hair and nail salon.”

“Do they expect you?”

“No, I came back early. I’m not due back for another two weeks. My folks know I was heading for Taos after I made a brief stop at home to pick up my ski equipment. So they don’t expect to hear from me for awhile.”

Levi nodded his head and ordered her onto the bed. He demanded she undress him and pleasure him. His sadist urges took over once again and ached to be fulfilled.

“Will you tell me your name?” she asked as she pleasured his thick shaft with her mouth.

“James,” he replied, using his middle name.

“Take me, James,” she purred.

“All in good time, honey. You just finish what you’re doing,” he growled, demanding her to please him. Levi watched her lips stretch around the bulbous head of his rod and remembered the times Kaia had done the same thing. He snorted as he recalled how she had fought him. What a feisty hot piece she had been! With a violent curse and an impaling thrust into Challen’s mouth, he vowed to make Kaia pay…dearly.

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