UNTITLED

BY WARM GUSH

Wilky parked his car in the near-empty parking lot of the small dental clinic in the even smaller town. It was just past eight-children would be going to school, parents would be going to work, and the events of another normal day would begin. But this wasnt a normal day. Not for Wilky, and not for the town.

Wilky was insane. He was a collector-baseball cards, movie posters, stamps, coins, Star Trek stuff, you name it...and just recently Wilky had brached out into collecting people, female people in particular.

It started when he added in the new basement to his home in the isloated part of the state. The basement was huge, soundproffed, protected from the elements. There were many rooms, almost a dozen, besides his own...and each room had a very heavy lock and security system.

Wilky was a man who liked to protect his collections. His first two items were kidnapped some months ago from an out of state movie theater...and he had gotten away with it. The two young girls now were stashed away and were his. The police, though ":still working on the case", were no closer to fionding them than on the day they vanished.

Wilky now knew that he could get away with it...and he began to plan for a really big crop. It took time, but eventually he decided on the dentist's office. Againl it was three states away, and there would be no way to trace him...

He got out of the car, and walked to into the dentists. There were only two people there: a fat black woman at the reception desk, and an older man with heavy jowls wearing the dentists coat. A flash of his gun and a credible act at sounding mean convinced the two to be hereded into a back room. There they were bound, gagged, and placed into a hogtie. Wilky locked the front door and went back to them, and used the clinics narcotics to put them harmlessly to sleep.

Now to begin the work of the day...

"Im Mrs. Robins, I have a 9 oclock appointment for my daughter, Lisa," said the woman. She was a bit chubby, wearing the odd combination of too-tight jeans, a t shirt, very high heeled shoes and an expensive leather coat. Her daughter, Lisa, was eleven and wore sneakers and jeans and a t shirt.

"Yes, here you are, " said Wilky with a smile. "Im Dr. Davis, Im substitutiing for Dr. Cloves today. Would you walk this way?"

Wilky brought them back into the single room, and sat Lisa on the dentist chair.

"Is this your first visit?" asked Wilky with a smile and a happy glint in his eye.

"No, this is our second visit," smiled the pretty, chubby woman. She wore too much make up, Wilky thought, and needed to pluck her eyebrows before they met in the middle.

"Okay then," he said with a smile, "lets walk mom here back to the waiting room and we can begin, okay, Lisa?"

Wilky gave Lisa a wink, and the girl didnt quite know what to make of that, but smiled and said "Whatever,"

"We shoudnt be more than twenty minutes or so," saod Wilky. Mrs Robins sat on her plump behind and started to read a Readers Digest.

Willy smiled and closed the door and walked back into the dentists room. He turned on the radiop, as the cut phone lines made the office seem just a tad too quiet.

"Okay, Lisa, have you ever had gas before?" he said as he handed the face mask.

"No," said Lisa with a bit of fear.

"Thats okay, its no big deal. You just inhale as deep as you can, and when you wake up it will all be over, okay?" he said with another, wider smile.

"Okay,: said Lisa, and she did as she was told. The last thing she saw before passing out were the white, straight teeth of the pleasant sounding dentist...

And Willy went to work. He started with her ankles. The rope was thick and soft, and was pulled tight. then her knees, wrists behind her back after flipping her over. Then he brought her small ankles up to her wrists and lashed them together. He pulled the girls head back by the hair until her mouth fell open-she showed no sign of discomfort-and placed the rubber ball gag between her teeth, and cinched it behind her head. He picked up the small burden and carried her into the back room and placed her on the floor near the real dentist and receptionist.

And then he walked back to the waiting room.

"Mrs. Robins?" he asked with a smile...

The police got the phone call from dispatch a few hours later. There was something wrong at the dentists-some patients were outside of the clinic, the front doors were locked, but there were cars in the parking lot and all the lghts were on.

The police broke in, and started to search the place. They found the dentist and the receptionish, still bound and gagged and knocked out, in the back room. The only other person there was a woman-she was naked and tied up with rope, coils and coils of it, to the dentists chair.

Her mouth had been forced open with a dental tool and stuffed with gauze, with a single strip of tape over her lips holding it in. The womans behind was raised a few inched from the chair, and she looked hideously uncomfortable-and no wonder. Wilky had turned on a few of the drills and placed with with the bits facing upwards. If she lowered herself or tried to struggle, the bits would have cut into her. A very devious way to make someone stay still. The woman had mascara tears running down her face as the police discovered her, and an all points bullitan was issued after she gave her statement..

Abnd by then Wilky was over 300 miles away, and getting father by the moment at a steady 55 miles per hour. He listened to the faint "mmmphs!" of fear and panis that came from what he had at the bottom of the floor in the rear seats, covered with a few heavy blankets and tied with tight, tight rope.

And Wilky then had another item for his ever growing collecvtion.