Molly parked her car next to the curb, when she saw that there was no car in the driveway she knew something was wrong. She had not seen her best friend Rachel Burke in three days. She had called her house several times and got only the answering machine. Rachel had not been to work or to the store in the past three days either. It was like she had just disappeared off the face of the earth. Molly walked up to the front door, she tried the knob and was surprised to find that it was unlocked.

She opened the door and was greeted by Rachels dog Max. He was jumping up and down and wagging his tail. "Hello Max!" she said to the dog as she bent down to pet him. He was panting and his tongue was sticking out. "You thirsty boy?" she asked the dog. The dog started wagging his tail even faster. Molly Went into the kitchen to discover that the dogs food and water dishes were totally empty. She went over to the sink and filled up his water dish.

She set the dish on the floor and the dog started lapping up the water real fast. Molly noticed a thin layer of dust over the kitchen, this surprised Molly, Rachel was one of the biggest neat freaks she knew! She dusted the house almost daily! Molly looked around the house for any sign of Rachel or anybody, she found no sign that Rachel had been there in the past three days. Molly now realized that Rachel was either dead or kidnapped. There was no way Rachel would just leave her job and her friends, and even if she did there was no way she would just leave her dog as well as all her clothes and things behind! Molly feared her best friend was dead.

She left the house with Max. She put him in the car. She took one last look at the house and drove off. She started thinking of anybody who held a grudge against Rachel, anyone who would want to see her dead. She could think of no one who wanted Rachel dead, she couldn't even think of anybody who really hated her. She had always gotten along with her coworkers and students. There were a few girls that didn't like her that much, but they would never murder someone, would they?

Molly pulled up to her boyfriends house and got out of the car. He was sitting on the front steps. "Hey Molly! Did you see Rachel?" he asked her. "No, Her house was deserted. Max and all her belongings were still there." Molly said looking at Max who was barking excitedly."I heard from the school that five girls that are in Rachels class are missing as well. They have not shown up at school and their parents are worried sick! The police have no clue as to where any of them are." he said to her. "I just want to know where Rachel, or her remains are. Something tells me that she is still alive" Molly said.

Molly let Max out of the car and he jumped up on her barking happily and licking her hands. "Down boy!" she said to him. Her boyfriend reluctantly agreed to let Max stay with him for a few days. She talked with him for a few minutes than decided to leave. She was sure Rachel was alive and she was going to find her!

Molly stopped by Rachels house again. She wanted to look for some kind of clue to where Rachel had disappeared off to. She started in the kitchen where she saw the telephone and answering machine sitting on the table. She picked up the cordless phone and started searching through the caller ID on it. There were no unusual numbers on it. She then checked the answering machine. The only messages on it were the ones she had made when she called.

Finding nothing in the kitchen she started searching in the living room for something unusual. The only thing she saw that was out of the ordinary was that the couch had hair on it. She could tell by the color of it that it was Max's hair. He had a habit of sleeping on the couch and with Rachel gone Molly was not surprised by the condition of the couch one bit. She continued her search of the house but after searching every room she found nothing to suggest anything besides that Rachel had just disappeared.

She locked the back door and left the house. She was frustrated, she just could not believe that her best friend would just walk away from her life, and she refused to believe she had been murdered. She got into her car and drove off. She still had no clue as to where Rachel had gone off to.

"Do you know who this woman is Rachel?" asked a man as he looked at a picture on the video monitor. A young redheaded woman walked over to look at the picture. It was a picture of a young attractive brunette. "Why yes master, she's my friend." Rachel said to the man."Whats her name?" he asked her "Molly Simmons" she said to him. "Rachel, would you like to see your friend come here and serve me just like you?" he asked her "Oh yes master!" Rachel said with excitement. The man smiled at her and turned to look at the screen again. "So beautiful..." he thought to himself. "A nice addition to my collection..." he said in a whisper...

Molly pulled up into the driveway of her house. She got out of the car and went inside her house. Her two cats immediately greeted her, but backed away when they caught the scent of Max. The main reason Molly didn't take Max to her house was because he hated cats. He would chase them around and try to kill them. Molly watched as her cats scurried off then she went to take a shower.

As the warm shower water ran down her naked body Molly tried to picture in her mind what happened her friend. She was pretty sure that Rachel was still alive, but had no idea where she was or what she was doing. She continued to ponder about what had happened to her friend. Had she just decided to leave? Had she gotten fed up with her job for some odd reason? There was one thought nagging in the back of her mind. She tried to ignore it but it just kept nagging. She finally addressed it. Had she become somebody's slave?

Molly cringed at this thought. She tried to dismiss it but it wouldn't leave her mind. She started to remember the stories she had heard on the news about women being kidnapped and brainwashed. Her logical side told her that the chances of this were remote, but something else inside her mind was not so sure. She dismissed that thought and soon went to bed.

She had a dream that she was in this strange room...She could see windows high up near the ceiling but they were all boarded up... There was a man standing with his back turned towards her...she was naked... totally naked!...she could see the fuzzy outline of another young woman whose arms appeared to be hooked to chains that stretched all the way to the ceiling... The man started to turn around to look at her and she woke up in a cold sweat. "What the fuck?!" she thought to herself. "What the fuck was that all about?!" she gasped out loud. The dream faded from her memory very quickly. She tried to go back to sleep. It took her a while before she fell asleep again.

Molly woke up around 9:00 AM. At first she was wondering why her alarm had not gone off but she soon remembered that it was Saturday. She usually spent her Saturdays either sitting at home or going out with her friends, but today she had something more important to do. She was planning on going to the high school to look for clues. She went into the kitchen to make herself some breakfast. She noticed a slip of paper on the kitchen counter. She walked over to look at it. It was blank except for a little bit of handwriting near the bottom of it.

She took a look at the handwriting, it looked like an address. She realized that the handwriting was Rachels handwriting! It said "2207 Gray Ave." on it. Molly tried to remember where she had seen that address before..."Of course!" she said out loud. It was the abandoned factory near the high school! "She must be there!" Molly thought to herself. She made a quick breakfast and quickly gobbled it down. After she finished her breakfast she left the house and got into her car and drove off.

Her car slogged through muddy puddles as she made her way to the old factory. She parked her car in the weed choked parking lot. She got out of her car and looked around for any sign of life. There were no cars or footprints or any evidence that anyone had been there in the past 15 years. She checked the address on the paper again then looked at the faded numbers on the front of the building "This is 2207 Gray Ave. So where is she?" she asked herself. She walked up to the front door and found it to be open. This mildly surprised her. She went into the abandoned factory.

Inside it was mostly empty. There were huge indentations in the floor where once huge machinery stood. She looked up and saw that the windows were boarded up. "Where have I seen these before?" she thought to herself. She looked around and saw that there were footprints in the dusty floor. She had no idea whose they were but they were fresh. She continued to look around for any clue as to who had been there recently. She saw another set of footprints that led to a door in the back of the huge room. These seemed to be older though, as they had a thin layer of dust on them.

She walked towards the door. She was about halfway there when she felt something prick the back of her neck. She turned around to see someone dressed in a heavy coat with a hat and sunglasses. She immediately felt sleepy and soon collapsed onto the dusty floor. The man picked her up and walked over to the door and opened it. He smiled as he hooked her arms to a couple of chains that hung down from the ceiling. "Youll make a nice addition to my collection..." he said just above a whisper.

When Molly came to she at first thought she was dreaming. She was in that room again and she was naked. It was the same room as before in her dream. The windows were boarded up just like in her dream and she saw a young woman a few feet away from her who was just hanging there. Her arms were hooked to chains that ran up to the ceiling. There was a man standing near the woman. He seemed to be checking her restraints. He turned around to find that Molly was awake.

"You should have left well enough alone." he said to her. She looked at him "You have my friend don't you." she said to him "Rachel? Yes I do. And I will have you as well." he said to her with a smile. "Who's that?" she asked him. The man turned towards who she was looking at. "The woman over there? She's an FBI agent, er I mean former FBI agent. She has been following me for quite some time. I captured her two weeks ago and have made her my plaything...And now I will make her into a loyal slave, just as I will do to you." he said.

Molly could see the woman more clearly now. She was naked and seemed afraid of the man. She was shivering despite the room being so warm. When the man looked at her, her eyes would widen in fear. Her blonde hair had been cut and cut very badly; it was short in some places and longer in other places. Molly watched in horror as he withdrew a hypodermic needle from his coat and went around behind the chained up woman. The woman started crying as he took the cap off the needle. He inserted it into the back of the woman's head and injected the contents into the base of her skull.

The woman started convulsing and screaming. Molly watched as her body started to shake violently! Soon the woman passed out. Her body fell limp and all that was supporting it was the chains attached to her wrists. A cold sweat formed on Molly's forehead, she was next! She looked at him as he unhooked the woman and placed her on a table of sorts. He then focused his attention on Molly. "C-Cant you just let me go? I won't tell anyone I swear! Just let me go and I'll forget all about Rachel! I'll forget all about her and you I swear!!" Molly said nervously.

"Nope. I'm sorry but I don't trust you. If I let you go the first place you would go is the police. we can't have that now can we? Besides I can tell you will make a nice addition to my little collection..." He said with an evil smile. Molly looked at him with the most pleading look she could muster but it did little to affect him. "Why? Why do you do this? Why are you doing this to innocent people?" she asked him.

The man paused for a second. "Why? Well First of all: women ARE NOT INNOCENT!! They are cold, evil, psychotic monsters! Second: I like doing what I do...It's kind of my calling in life... Third: Women are not people as far as I am concerned! They are a lower breed than man! They act like they should be treated like fucking gods or something like that! Well I think that's total bullshit! Women need that spirit of theirs broken! They were put on this earth to bear children and serve men...They need to be re taught their purpose in life! And I find that a good whipping as well as nanotechnology does the trick quite well." he said to her.

Molly looked at him "He's insane! Totally insane!" she thought to herself. She started looking for some way to escape. there was a door at the far end of the room but she was restrained to some kind of table. She was bound so tight she couldn't move. There was a hole in the back where her head rested. She had a pretty good idea what it was for now. He walked over to her. He withdrew a whip from his coat.

He began whipping her hard and good. Every time the whip cracked over her, it stung her skin. She cried out each time the whip contacted her tender flesh. Molly could see through her tears that look of joy on his face. In his eyes was the look of pure enjoyment. He continued to whip her for several minutes until her body was covered in welts and bruises. She was crying and bleeding from a couple areas on her body. He walked behind her and withdrew another needle from his coat. Molly felt a prick somewhere in the back of her head and soon she was crying out! Her head felt like it was on fire! Whatever he had pumped into her made her feel like her brain was going to explode! She started convulsing and all her thoughts started to fade away. Her memories started to disappear as well and soon she slipped into unconsciousness.

"I think that's the perfect position for her." the man said "What do you think Rachel?" he said to a woman standing next to him. Rachel looked at Molly who was still unconscious. Her arms and legs were chained together and she was blindfolded. "I think she looks fine master." Rachel said. The man smiled as Molly started to wake up. Standing in the far right corner of the room was the Ex- FBI agent. She stood there still as a statue waiting for an order from her master. He looked all around the room at his collection. It was a splendid sight indeed. 12 years he had been doing this to women. And in that 12 years he had acquired almost 1100 women. 1100 women who would do whatever he asked no matter what it was.

He left the room and locked the door behind him. and walked upstairs to his bedroom. Even though he had been doing this for so long this was the closest he had come to getting caught, which said to him that even the experts can stand to learn some new tricks.