Amanda Smith was just finishing her long shift, her hands smelled of ham and cheese, and her blond hair was matted against her thin face. Cold winter darkness awaited her outside of the grocery store, a small mom and pop's called Dido's. It was the deadest part of the night and she had just finished cleaning all of the slicers and scales, and she was about to sweep the floor.

She was a petite girl, standing only around five foot two, her hair hanging down past her shoulders and her youthful face bright most of the time, except for tonight, tired, and alone, simply wanting to finish her work so she could go home, she begins her last task.

Grabbing her coat and bag she walks down towards the cash registers where a small red time clock sits on the wall. She punches her numbers in and the clock responds by beeping and flashing a small green L.E.D. She then turns and walks towards the exit, taking her keys out of her purse.

"Bye Jim" she says sweetly to the last remaining cashier, a middle aged balding man.

"Night Amanda" he responds, looking up from his magazine as she walks by. The lights dimming automatically, signaling that the store would be closed within the next hour.

Amanda whipped her long blond hair to the side as she stepped into the frigid parking lot. The winter air penetrating her coat instantly as she walked across the vacant blacktop expanse towards her beat up old Honda four door. She fumbled with her keys as she approached her car, and lifted her head to see a dark silhouette of a woman sitting on her hood. Her long legs crossed, thick black winter boots on her feet.

"Um, excuse me! Can I help you?" Amanda asks the strange woman, a bit annoyed.

"Hi, sweetie, sure you can!" a playful feminine voice responds, as the figure jumps down

off of the hood of the car, standing in front of Amanda, a good seven inches taller. Her face now visible in the orange glow of the parking lot lights.

Amanda stands there confused for a second, until she notices the woman is pointing a gun at her chest.

"Here, take my bag!!" The frightened Amanda squeals as she tosses her bag on the floor, her belongings jingling as the bag hits the asphalt.

"Pick it up, and get in the car!" the strange Caucasian woman demands, a bit more authority in her voice.

Amanda picks up her bag, and goes to walk around towards the driver side door.

"Nah uh! Unlock the this one first!" The strange black haired woman demands, quickly motioning the gun towards the passenger side door.

Amanda begins to sob, as she fidgets with the keys in her hand, they jiggle as her hands shake, but she manages to unlock the passenger side door. The woman pushes the gun into Amanda's back as she opens the door.

"Get in and start the car" she demands.

Amanda not having a choice as she feels something hard pressing into her spine, climbs into the car and scoots over to the driver's seat, the strange woman sitting in the passenger seat and closing the door as the car roars to life. She puts her shaking hands on the wheel and thinks about opening the driver's side door and running, that is until she feels the gun being pressed into her ribs.

"Drive, make a left out of here." the woman demands.

Amanda puts the car in drive and starts to roll towards the exit of the parking lot, stopping at the stop sign as two cars roll by.

"What..what do you want??" Amanda asks frightfully as she makes the left turn and drives down the street, stopping at a red light.

"Shut up! No questions, make a right here!" the woman barks.

Amanda does as she is told and makes a right turn when the light goes green, driving a good ten blocks down the street, stopping at stop signs here and there as the two sit in tense silence.

"Left..." the woman commands as the car approaches another busy intersection.

Amanda turns the car left and drives for another three minutes.

"Pull up here.. get out, and act normal, or I swear I will blow your face off, ok?" The woman barks, her voice taking on a tense, excited tone.

Amanda breathes heavily, tears rolling down her cheeks as she grips the beige wheel tightly, pulling the car towards the curb and putting it into park and turning off the engine. They were on a dead silent side street, everyone's lights were off, save for a few houses that had Christmas lights lit.

Amanda goes to open the driver door.

"Not that way." the woman barks as she opens her door and steps out, waving the gun in a "come hither" motion.

Amanda slides into the passenger side seat and steps out of the car, the woman closing the door and putting her hand on Amanda's shoulder, sticking the gun into the small of her back.

"Walk" she says calmly as she leads amanda up a short driveway, to a dimly lit door on the side of a modest looking ranch.

The woman fumbles with keys and unlocks the door, swinging it open and pushing Amanda inside roughly, her frightened eyes quickly adjusting to an open living room, the furniture coming into focus as she feels a hand pushing against her back. Amanda squints her eyes as the light switch is flipped on, flooding the spartan room with soft yellow light. The frightened girl looks around as the door closes, the sound of multiple locks clinking behind her. There are studio lights, microphones, and cameras everywhere, the equipment lining the walls neatly. Amanda turns back towards the woman, who was taking her boots off, the gun still squarely pointed in her direction.

The woman looks up and Amanda could clearly see her face for the first time, she looked about the same age as the kidnapped girl, her long flowing black hair cascading along her shoulders, her piercing brown eyes and youthful expression mingling to create a stunning visage. Amada looked up into the woman's eyes, her heart pounding in her chest as she waved the gun, motioning Amanda into the center of the room.

"Stand there and strip" the woman demands, her feminine voice taking on a confident authority that Amanda felt immediately obligated to obey.

Amanda stands, sniffling in the middle of the room, and begins to kick off her beat up sneakers, pushing them to the side with her pink socked feet as she quickly unbuckled the belt holding her loose fitting jeans on her slender body. She looks at the women, who is now sitting on the couch in front her, her hungry eyes looking the anxious girl up and down as her jeans pool at her pink feet.

"Mmmmm delicious!" Amanda's captor purrs as she crosses her black sweat pant-clad leg, dangling her clean white sock in the air, twisting it around on her ankle.

"The socks next" The woman demands, pointing the gun down at Amanda's petite feet.

Amanda complies, lifting her left leg and pulling her pink sock from her left foot, and then following suit with her right one. She tosses the socks to the side, and pushes her jeans over towards her discarded shoes with her left foot, resting her perfectly manicured pink painted toenails back into the flat carpet as she lifts her shirt over her head. Amanda stands there, in nothing but a black bra and panties, covering her breasts with her arms as she nervously eyes the woman.

"Did I tell you to stop?? keep going..." The woman barks, though her voice maintains the same sense of confidence.

Amanda sniffles and looks down, slowly rolling her panties down her legs to her ankles, and stepping out of them, She then begins unbuckling her bra. "Why are you doing this?!" She sobs, her voice cracking.

"I'm going to make you a star." The woman says coolly as she watches Amanda toss her black bra to the floor, atop the pile of clothing to the left of her.

The woman simply smiles, aiming the pistol at Amanda and pulling the trigger...