Snatch Game - Part 1
The First Day
She agrees to play our little game. The rules are simple. At 5 pm, open the envelope and follow the instructions inside. The cryptic note sends her out onto the streets to search for the next clue: a second envelope taped to the bottom of a broken pay phone booth. Which leads to another a few blocks away. Then another.
The telephoto lens watches her cross the street, bend over in that tight little skirt. The clues lead her down the alley I scouted last night, one of two possible strike zones. It's getting dark. I radio the van.
The filthy alley is just wide enough to race the van up on her. For an instant she freezes. Like a helpless animal about to be crushed in the street, she is paralyzed between a dash to safety and a sudden, crushing power. The van's side doors burst open and we take her in seconds.
We are rolling again before the doors latch. Not a single citizen hears the screams from behind the knotted gag. No one notices as that tight little skirt is ripped from her soft flesh in the bed of the van. She fights for a long time, rope cutting, clothing tearing. She is prey. And now the game begins.