Phil smiled as he watched the eight young girls as they hid they're faces from the scene of mayhem on the big screen TV. He was smiling as he saw hands in front of faces yet fingers spread so the child could peek through and watch. Pillows covered faces while little heads bent around to see what they could see.

The slumber party was a reward for his daughter Dawn for a good report card. They were watching the second of three-slasher movies they had chosen for the night. Phil had suggested several 'chick flicks' but they all made choking or gagging sounds. They told him they loved being scared and chose three of the goriest DVDs at the rental store.

The eight girls sprawled on the floor had type A personalities, meaning they liked adventure and risk taking. One girl went rock climbing with her father and had a motorcycle for off road riding. Another girl was on a co-ed wrestling team and beat most boys let alone girls in her weight division. His own daughter had a blue belt in Hapkido, a Korean form of street fighting self-defense. All the girls would take a dare as well as issue them.

At the end of the movie the girls took a break and dived in to the snacks Phil had prepared for them. He listened to the chatter as they discussed future adventures. They all wanted to try Bungee jumping; some wanted to try skydiving and others scuba diving. Phil was sure that Dawn would be the cause for his hair turning white long before its' time.

Phil marveled at Dawn's preteen body. Blonde, blue eyes and already developing into a woman, she had decent sized breasts and swelling hips. The way Phil thought, Dawn would be a beauty similar to Marylyn Monroe. That frightens Phil. In today's crazy world, pretty girls were in constant danger.

"How can you girls watch such junk?" Phil asked.

"Aww come on daddy. We know its' not for real. Like riding a roller coaster, the ride is scary but you know it'll end safely."

Phil shook his head as he left the girls to they're own devices.

Six Weeks Later

Saturday was a busy day for Dawn. She participated in a Karate tournament (all forms welcomed) and came in fourth for her division. Afterwards she and her mother worked out at the gym and went for a swim in the pool. Later that night there was a dance at the junior high. By the time she went to bed in her favorite blue satin pajamas, she was exhausted.

A few minutes after midnight, Dawn was asleep on her stomach. She was awaken when a hand pushed hard on the small of her back while the other hand grabbed her right wrist. Her arm was pulled behind her back. Another set of hands had a hold of her left as a pair of handcuffs was applied to her wrists tightly.

"Daddy!...Mommy!" she yelled. "Daddy!...Mommpphhh."

Dawn's calling out was muffled when a ball gag was pushed into her mouth. An ugly face with three days growth of facial hair and onion breath was before hers'.

"Don't bother. We've already taken care of your parents." onion breath hissed.

The ice-cold hand of fear gripped Dawn's heart as sweat broke out over her voluptuous little body. Another man was wrestling with her kicking legs but finally managed to put cuffs on her ankles. Dawn was lifted off her bed and thrown over the shoulder of onion breath. The other man was smaller with a long scar on his face. He led the way to the garage.

Facing backwards, Dawn was surprised to see a large black Lincoln in the garage where her mother's minivan should be. She heard the trunk pop open and onion breath put her in, none to gently.

Dawn lay in the trunk and trembled. She didn't know what happened to her parents. She didn't know what was about to happen to her. Dawn had watched enough TV news to know that nothing good was going to occur.

The car was on the road for a short time, only twenty minutes. When it stopped Dawn could hear a garage door opening. The car jerked forward then stopped and the engine turned off. The trunk opened and Scar face lifted Dawn out and again put over a shoulder.

Dawn was carried to a dark room. She was placed in the middle of the room where two ropes hung from a beam in the ceiling. Scar face had a hold of her left hand and onion breath had a hold of her right.

The men took off the cuffs that were restraining her wrists. Both her arms were pulled up and fasten to the hanging ropes. The ropes were pulled and Dawn was left standing on the balls of her feet. Scar face stood about five feet away while onion breath made a phone call.

Dawn could only hear one side of the conversation, what she heard was:

"Hi Boss, yeah we got her."

"Yeah, without a hitch, just as we planned."

"Wow what a beauty. If I'd seen her first she'd be in a cage in my basement right now."

Onion breath moved away so all Dawn could hear was some mumbling.

Scar face watched her as she visibly shook with fear as sweat matted her hair and stained her satin pajamas.

Dawn hung from the ropes as the metal cuffs dug into her wrists. The strain on her shoulders was painful but she couldn't stand on the balls of her feet all the time.

Onion breath had finished the phone call and stood next to Scar face. Dawn's head snap back and forth like a bird's as she looked at each man as they spoke.

"We have two weeks to train her." said onion breath.

"Why so quick?" asked scar face.

"There's going to be a slave auction and the boss wants her on the block."

"Who's going to be there? The Arab maybe?"

"Oh the Arab for sure and the oil money will probably get her."

"What about the Japanese businessman?"

"The recession was really cut into his finances."

"And the Columbian cartel? "Didn't you hear? He got blown up."

"What about that geek from Seattle?"

"He's not invited. You know how twitchy Americans can be. He'd buy her then get religion, free her and turn us in."

"So when do we start training her?"

Onion Breath picked up a long supple strap and said, "Now."

Onion breath held the strap doubled over. He slapped it against the wall making a loud Smack!

Dawn was shocked at the sound and lost what control she had. She cried as a dark spot formed at her crotch and spread. A yellow stream made a puddle at her feet.

Onion breath leaned over and was a few inches from her face and asked, "Are you scared?"

Through eyes blurred by tears Dawn saw and smelled the foul creature. She nodded her head in affirmation to his question.

"You needn't be. You see you're on the TV show. 'Scare Tactics. Gotcha!"