He entered her point of view… a young man… he was rather handsome, actually, with that nice smile and typical Swedish blue eyes/blond hair combo they had become famous for yet was rare nonetheless. But to call him typical… would be a lie. He grinned at her. He had a knife. Hers was bigger. Vikky didn’t feel safer at all.

Oh, no. He recognized her. He knew. This was the rapist who shot her dad, who now somehow had recognized her. The moment he noticed… he drew a gun. Vikky’s fear rose to internal panic. She remembered something that had been said that her father had troubled him a great deal. So shooting his daughter… could be an ample act of revenge if shooting the cop didn’t work. The girl with the kitchen-knife stared in terror at the man with the gun…

Where’s the bitch? He means Kimberly. Vikky was frozen in fear, given the option to tell on her… but Vikky had already seen him. She doubted he’d let her escape with only that. Going for the first thing that entered her mind, she said…

“Are... are not bullets expensive? They are illegal here, so… Would you really waste them on…?” That was roughly three seconds.

She was stalling, well he'd teach the little bitch! He had to get the other one first though.

“I got a good job. Now you tell me or I start shooting. Even if the cops catch me you'll be worse than dead when I'm through with you.”

Stein was a mixed blood. He was half Swedish, a quarter German and a Quarter Jewish. His grandfather and grandmother were soldier and prisoner respectively during World War II and came here. Their child was a half breed born in the 70's and later giving rise to him when their son met and fell in love with a Swed. His blond hair/blue eyes came from his father, though his Swedish nother had alll the right genes to make this combination possible.

He smiled at her again as he leveled the gun at her left leg.

“Where's the bitch!” He didn't have time for this. If she didn't tell him soon he would have to sweep through the house in search of Kim. Firing off the gun might draw undo attention from the neighbors and he certainly did not want that either.

… Waving away the need to pay for bullets with having a good job. Vikky didn’t have the option of thinking he might be lying. He even confirmed that she’d be worse than dead when he was done… Vikky was definitely shaking. The knife… was not good for anything. Her best bet would be to throw it, and the chances of success with that were near none. The act of putting distance between them to keep safe had played against her, as the gun ensured any act she had available to get him involved close range and he… Suffice to say, she’d never succeed…

“W-will I be safe if I tell you? Will I be spared?” … Even if she was asking that, that was also stalling. As far as she knew, he was entirely willing to riddle her with bullet-holes. She was only whole right now because she knew something he wanted to know. She was just… trying to direct the conversation in a direction in which she wouldn’t die…

Again she was stalling though this time Stein had not recognized that she was doing it as it was a legit question that made sense to task uner the circumstances. She had seen his face so he had to take care of that aspect.

Clicking the safety off with his thumb he nodded. “I won't shut you if you tell ne, now where is she?”

“Shut me? What do you mean, ‘shut me’!?” Vikky asked, desperation and fear in her eyes as she moved her leg a bit to get it out of where he was aiming. A futile effort, since he could just readjust his aim easily. This… was quickly becoming too much. Why…!? Why had this happened!? Was there some greater power that had decided that this would be her most unlucky day!? Vikky had feared running into this guy, so she stayed behind… but he had shown up HERE!? What kind of sick joke was this!?

Vikky simply stood her ground, crying, as she stared at the face she wouldn’t soon forget. He was… rather remarkable, after all.

He had missp[ke though he was getting ahead of himself partially distracted by the scent of sex as he readusted his aim as he altered his aim a little. She was still aways from him and he delighted at the fresh tears that had swept down her face,

Fear was good. It mant that she wanted to live and he could do that. He would have to deal with thi8s little slut in time, it was evident that she had fuked Vilmer, he could smell the aromaa of her sex and this was the boy's house. The parents were away and no doubt the two thought tthat they could get away with doing something.

So where was Vilmer off to? Clearly if it was he then he wouldn't have wanted to leave with suh a fine piece of ass here. His eyes widened as he realized that the boy could already be on his way bak.

“I wom't shoot you, Now put down that knife and show me.”

She listened to his command, the knife cemented into her hands like a symbol of her remaining resistance. The command. It was either to obey or disobey. It would mark if she was going to be cooperative or not. If she was cooperative, her journey would most likely end here. If she was uncooperative… She was not much better off. How… would she…!? There was no way she would…

A small smile broke out beneath her panicked expression. Her grip on the knife loosened and it fell to the floor, a heavy decisive thud as it descended out of her reach. It… was not as if it was going to help her at all. Tears just kept coming. She was trying a third option. One which… one which was most likely not going to work, and one which put Vikky in a highly dangerous position. But… she needed to try.

“Yo-you’re too late. I-I’ve been stalling you. Kimberly fled through a window while you were trying the front door. I have no idea where she is right now. Y-you’ve failed…” Vikky closed her eyes. If he didn’t believe her, she was done for as it marked her as uncooperative. If he believed her… it was even worse as he’d be grabbed by a feat of rage and she was directly in range for any vengeance. That… was that, then. So, her eyes were closed, tears springing out, awaiting judgment…

The knife clattered to the floor. “Good girl.” But then she pressed on with her response and he had no time to debate it. He quickly assessed the situation, was she bluffing? The tears streaming down her cheeks ensured that she was afraid, the nerves … he had the gun after all.

There were no lights on upstairs and Kim in her panic hadn't turned any on as she searched for the bedroom which only added to the deception. He knew he had less then five minutes before the cops showed up so Stein had to make a judgement call.

If that little bitch Kim got away they'd know who he was. They'd know that he lived across the street. They'd find his scrap books, they'd discover the dungeon … she could ID him, they'd know his job … he would have to run. The bus stations and air port would be covered so leaving the country that way was no good. He'd have to lay low for awhile and fortunately he planned for just that.

The girl was facing an armed man, she was afraid, the cops where on their way …

“Bitch!” He cursed though he was muttering about Kim and not her. She was ruining everything again! Ok, the cops were on the way and he had to run.

“What's you name Nyberg?” He moved cloer, the gun still trained on her as he placed his switch blade away. He reached out with his right hand, seizing a glomp of her hair grinning at her. She'd have to do as a hostage just incase he ran into any trouble.

‘Good girl’ he called her. Yes, indeed… she was a good girl, wasn’t she? That was the only thing that kept her steady right now. She was defending someone else against a force she had no chance against. Not physically, anyway. But… she might have a chance to win verbally. He was the one with the gun. Now… she could only go with her own deception.

Her eyes opened again as he walked towards her. He was cursing the word ‘bitch’. She could only assume he meant Vikky. She stood, fear and tears coming out freely and her hands frozen in front of her. The man grabbed her hair.

“A-ah..!” Vikky didn’t resist. The pain as he pulled her hair was significant, but she followed his desired movements, afraid what would happen if she didn’t. If he fled like this with her, Kimberly would be safe… but Vikky had one last triumph card. One she thought she’d never be able to use, one she really didn’t like to use, but this situation… called for it.

“M-my name is Vikky Nyberg…” Her eyes attempted to lock on his. “I am the daughter of Josefin Nyberg, Swedish athlete. If you kidnap me, you’ll become famous as the kidnapper of Josefin’s daughter. Y-you won’t escape as easily when sport-fans across Sweden will demand your capture…” Vikky didn’t really approve of using her parents’ influence for things. But… this was certainly a situation in which this was entirely OK. Simply due to her parents, it was something special to kidnap her. While maybe it wasn’t like kidnapping the daughter of a president, Vikky was still… not a nobody in that point of view…

He frowned not liking that situation. The heat might not cool down soon enough for him to get out of the country. But he didn't follow wussy sports and thus had little clue as to the name. Yeah, it was familiar but nothing that readily sprang to the front of his mind either.

“Bull shit! Let's go, Vikky! It looks like I got no choice left but to move on to plan B.” He sign as he motioned her to the front door. Damn time limits, he had no time to chek her story not that he didn't believe in the power of a loaded gun. Probably closer to 4 minutes left now, he wanted to be away from here and at least have a head start. Maybe he'd get lucky and miss road blocks set into place if she actually was the daughter of someone famous.

He guessed he could ditch her after the road blocks were passed and he had no further use of her. Still, he was angry that Kim had gotten away, angry that he had stalled her. He wasn't his Kimmie but maybe he'd keep her a little longer than the road blocks and give the little bitch a leason that she wouldn't forget.

“You run and I'll shoot you. We're going to walk out the door, take a left and get into the second car down from the front of the house It is unlocked, get in the passenger side and don't fuck with me and you might survive the night.”

Bull… shit? Oh. Vikky had not even considered that he might believe she was lying. It was the obvious truth for her. Nothing but a claim for him. Feeling helpless before the armed criminal holding her hair, Vikky felt that she had no choice but to follow along. Kimberly… please keep hiding. Help would come soon. Vilmer… I’m sorry. Please don’t blame yourself. There was no conceivable way you could have predicted this to happen.

Vikky cried. The feelings of fear had overwhelmed her when the man had got closer. This… was the man they called ‘the rapist’… wasn’t he? She was too afraid to resist. If only… only if his situation was too desperate to make use of her… hopefully. The girl didn’t quite consider options anymore, just… just if that one part… Vikky let herself be led out of the building. The gun was always there. She had skipped putting on her shoes, it just… didn’t seem important. After that, she simply walked to the designated car and sat down in it obediently unless anything had stopped her. In best-case scenario, Vilmer would soon have her returned to him as she were. Worst case… they’d never see each other again.

Why were all the cruisers here? He walked up to his house and was let through once he explained that this was his house. It seemed as if there were 50 cops here going over this and that. They had discovered Vikky's cell phone in the kitchen, dreading that they did for if she had it on her the could have used simple GPS to locate her.

The girl seemed almost catatonic as she sat there in the chair with a blanket draped about her shoulders and a blank look on her blood stained face. She had been so out of it with that head wound that she had thought arriving officers were he attackers and she even brained one before she was subdued and allowed to calm down.

Ren was out throughout the entire ordeal due to his sleeping pills, which was a good thing. Vilmer was trying to figure all this out … rape, did one of the officers say rape?

The floor a little sticky near the couch, a little prodding and the cops found Vikky's wet patch their, they even found her panties discarded near there though things did not seem to make much sense in that regard as far as a time line and Vilmer had to recount some of their exploits there …

To his surprise Fredrick was here. He was wearing pants and a jacket but still had the hospital johnny on. Clearly he had just missed him as it was obvious he came straight away from the hospital. Bullet wound or not his little girl was in trouble and he wasn't going to lay back and that it easy.

He answered and reanswered questions about that day, reasons why he left her, reasons why his brother was on those pills, his folks were contacted and eventually he was told to stay out of the way sitting next to the blond. What happened her? Stein was the rapist and he had this girl in the basement since yesterday?

He tried to pick her brain but it seemed that the girl was out of it for the most part …





Stein drove, he was grinning until he had to slow down. His gun was on his lap aimed at her.

“Shit!”

Cars where being let through though and he took a few moments to react. “Clean yourself up.” He tossed her the tissues he kept in the glove compartment. He tossed those at her and reached back to get the sports page from the back seat draping it over the gun as it pointed at her still it was so obvious that he had a gun under there though or at least something … he had to consider his options and quick the road block was approaching ...

They drove. Vikky sat in the passanger-seat, looking out in the steadily darker night. Out there was now a world which young girls were discouraged of walking in, because… because of such people like the man in the driver’s seat… driving off Vikky to who knows where… This was so unfair… They were all missing her now, she just knew it. I’m sorry for making you all worry… I cannot guarantee I’ll return in one piece, but…

… A road-block? Wow… Vikky had never really been forced to go through one. But it had never been more welcome than this time. She was thrown a bunch of tissues, told to clean herself up. Want me to make myself presentable for your sake? The appearance of the road-block bolstered her courage, for better or worse. He… hid his gun behind a… oh, that just looked silly. Vikky cleaned up her tears with a tissue, looked forward and smiled.

“… It is over. There is no reason for me not to ask for help when we arrive. Turning around or driving through will raise suspicion. Shooting… will confirm you as the villain. You can’t… not right now, can you…?”

He glared at her, a bit of disdain in that glare then he looked ahead as they drove closer. Stein's heart hammered in his chest and he did not expect to encounter such an obstacle too soon.

“Stop fucking smiling, bitch! Fuck!” The car inched closer. Two officers, if he turned around now they'd be after hi for sure and worse he was still in their search perimeter too so they could tighten up that safety net and catch him.

“If I get caught I'm shooting you and unlike your old man I'll get the job done at this range.”

Stein considered. If he ran the blockade then the officers would be after him for sure same as if he turned around. The girl's joy was nauseating though. He looked, two cops … he still had a chance here. Kidnapping, rape, attempted murder, if they caught him he was going away for a long time as it was.

He sighed. He was next though he paused as long as he could until the eighteen wheeler was well enough away, his car slowly rolling up from a dead stop for he had thrown it into park ahead of time to buy a few seconds when he shifted into gear.

“Evening officer,” Stein said as the cop casually drw near but in a flash Stein turned the gun on him, shooting him in the face before the little bitch could so much as open her mouth! He fired out at the other cop though he could not see if he hit him or the guy dove for cover, he was not waiting as his car squelched away soon zipping by that eighteen wheeler.

Vikky felt his eyes target her as she said that. Stop smiling? Yeah. That was probably for the best. She sat motionless, hand on each side of her legs. He warned her that he’d shoot her if he was caught. “Why? What would you gain by shooting me…? … Nothing…” By some reason, Vikky felt self-confident. There was no way he’d get through this. And Vikky was not going to help him. On the hand which she hid on the side of her which the man couldn’t see, she shaped a gun. And she pointed at the drivers-seat. Hopefully, the police would see what she was intending him not to see…

So they rolled into place to where the two officers approached… and…

All potential relief drained from her instantly. The man shot the police officer in the face, making the poor man cringe back in what Vikky could only assume was a mortal wound. The murderer shot at the other police too, but Vikky was frozen in place and couldn’t see what happened. She was entirely immobile. Why? Why had he…? Vikky had never seen true evil before her eyes. But this man… Vikky couldn’t cry anymore as she felt the car she was in drive away as the man drove past the block. She was panicked, restless and scared beyond belief. No words could be said. She sat there in absolute silence, drained of the little hope she had of fleeing. If she did even attempt, she’d be killed. Anyone trying to save her would be killed. This man… was…

Her satisfaction for having saved a life reversed. Kimberly was safe because of Vikky’s action. At the same time… that officer… was dead now, because of her. Would her action cost even more lives in the future? Would it cost… the life of someone close to her? Her own life? Vikky could only sit in silence, dreading the result of any words she said to him by this point, and stared out…