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KIDNAPPED FROM THE MOVIE THEATER Wilky was not a local patron of the multiplex theater. As a matter of fact, he lived two states away, but he made the drive to the theater at least five times a week, days and nights. He made himself a familier face, gave a fake name, and claimed to be a local resident. he became friendly with the ushers and candy counter staff, and often pointed out one car or another and commented on the trouble he was having with the brakes or the muffler. His real car was always parked out of the way. Everyone at the theater after six months or so knew him as someone, as something, that he wasnt. It was a perfect cover. Wilky was a man with a plan. And Wilky was insane.
It was a friday afternoon. "Harry Potter" was playing, and Wilky stood there at the video games in his dark suit and tie, playing one game or another, waiting, watching...and then he saw THEM. There were two of them-a pudgly but well shaped darked haired girl, probably Italian, with long hair and large breasts even for her age. the other was a thin blond with big lips and braces and a bad case of acne. Both wore too-tight shirts, tight pants. The pudgy girl had boots, the blond high heels. They were obviously skipping school, or had off...but they were alone, and walked off towards the far end of the theater. Wilky watched-the only usher on duty went to the other side of the theater, to watch one of the current war films. Wilkys heart started to pound. It was time. He walked into the theater, to the first of the girls, the pudgy one. "Miss, can I see your ticket?" he asked and jingled some keys at her, giving the impression that he was the manager. "Uh, okay, here," she said, and gave her friend a "whats up?" look. "Could you come with me for a moment, please?" he asked,. Both girls started to get up. "Im sorry, but the manager said only one at a time, please. I'll be right back." "Okay," said the blond, who sat down, and the pudgy girl followed me. "This way, please," I said as we walked out of the theater. We made a left, towards the small hallway that seperated the theater from the outside. It was small, with no windows...and zI carried my bag with me in my other hand. "In here?" she asked. "Yes," I said. and clamoped my hand over her mouth and threw her to the floor. Her eyes went wide as I forced her mouth open with mty fingers. I ignired her fists as she swatted at me, expecting a fight. I forced the rubber ball into her mouth and covered the lower part of her face with tape seven or eight time. She was scrating at me now, and I flipped her over. Handcuffs on the ankles and wrists behind the back. Hood over the face, sealed with tape. More tape around the ankles and knees, and then into a strict hogtie, and into the large shoulder bag. Zip it up, out the door to where his car waited, and into the trunk... "Miss? Come with me, please, we need to gove you a refund and ask you to leave,: Wilky said. "Huh? Why?" she asked. "The manager will explain it all." Both got up. "This way, please," he said and she followed him into the exit hallway... Wilky got into the car, and drove off. This was the last he would ever see of this theater, and this state. He lived 4 hours away, and there was no way to trace him...he smiled and turned up the radio as he thought of the two young beauties in his trunk, no doubt struggling and mewling away... And true to his word, Mr. Wilky was never seen of again. |