Abducted And Thrown Into In The Back Of A Van
Akira
Unless I screwed up there should be the first part of Penny Night's
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A Puzzling Awakening
8-23 AM
Penny woke up in the back of a van. It took her a moment to realise
where she was. When Penny had fallen asleep she had been in her own bed
at home. She had been happy, three days ago had been her eighteenth
birthday, and her parents had made it the best birthday ever. Although
they had little money, it was obvious that they were determined to make
it a birthday party to remember.
And for the next few days her parents had been extra kind to her, they
gave her everything she asked for, and made it clear that they loved
her. If she had not known better she would have assumed that one, or
both, of her parents had been told that they were dieing and wanted to
make sure that Penny knew they loved her, because very soon she would
never see them again.
Then the previous night they had thrown another party for her, all her
favourite food, all her friends invited, it had been wonderful.
Afterwards she had been so excited she did not think she would be able
to sleep. But before bed her parents gave her a drink of warm milk, and
that calmed her down, she quickly fell asleep, almost as though the milk
had been drugged.
Then this morning she woke in the back of a van, and the van was moving.
It took her a moment to realise where she was. She had fallen asleep in
her own bed, in her own bedroom, and she awoke alone in the back of a
moving van.
What the hell had happened ?????
Arrival
8:57 AM
At first Penny was not worried. She could not even begin to guess how
she had ended up in the back of the van, but she assumed there was some
logical explanation. But as the van drove on she began to worry a bit.
Over half an hour had passed since she awoke, and still the van was
moving. And she had no idea how long she had been in the van before
waking up, it could be hours. She had gone to bed before midnight and
fallen asleep immediately she had finished her milk, so it be over nine
hours since she ended up in the van. Assuming an average speed of about
50 miles an hour (it felt as though the van was travelling faster than
this, but she could not be sure), she could have travelled hundreds of
miles.
Finally the van slowed and stopped. Then it reversed slowly and turned.
Obviously it was backing into a driveway. The van stopped, and the
engine was switched off. A minute later Penny heard the sound of a
garage door being closed, the van had been backing into a garage.
Penny expected the driver to come round and open the van door, but he
did not do so. Instead she heard a small door open and close. He had
gone away and left her locked in the van.
When he did not return Penny began to worry that he may not even know
that she is locked away in the back of his van! She tried the door,
tried to get out, but it was useless. The door only opened from the
outside, and the rest of the van was sealed. Penny could not escape. She
was trapped in the van!
Out Of The Van, Into The House
9:19 AM
About 20 minutes later Penny heard the small door open again.
Frantically she began banging on the van door to let them know she was
there. Footsteps approached the van, maddeningly slow, a measured
walking pace, not the rush Penny expected her frantic banging to
produce. Then the door opened and an elderly man (Penny guessed his age
to be about 70), dressed as a butler, opened the van doors. He stood
there calmly, with a look of professional poise.
"There was no need to make such a racket" He told her "I was coming to
get you anyway. My apologies for the delay, but I was preparing the
master's breakfast when the chauffeur told me you had arrived, and I'm
afraid that the master's breakfast is more important than you are. Now
please follow me"
Such was the butler's air of authority that Penny automatically followed
him without question.
The van was indeed in a garage, a large spacious garage more the size of
a barn than a garage. There were several cars parked alongside the van.
Penny recognised a Rolls Royce and a stretch Limo, but there were others
that she did not recognise, including one that was obviously a racing car.
The Butler led her through a door along a corridor, and up a flight of
stairs. It was a long flight of stairs, at least four stories high,
possibly five. At intervals there were doors off the stairs, but Penny
did not think to count them. There was no carpet on the stairs, and both
the stairs and walls were painted plain white. Bare and basic. Penny had
never been in a rich man's house before, but the bareness of the stairs
and corridor, coupled with the fact that the man leading her was
obviously a butler, led her to believe that these were the service
stairs, used only by the staff.
The stairs ended in an equally bare corridor. The slope of the ceiling
told Penny that this was in the roof of the building. Some way along the
corridor the butler opened a door and told Penny "This is your room."
Confused, Penny entered the room and the butler said "I will be back to
fetch you when the master or mistress are ready to see you." Then he
left, shutting the door behind himself.
Penny looked round the room. The ceiling was slanted, confirming what
the corridor had told her, this floor was directly under the roof of the
building. The room was as undecorated as the stairs and the corridor.
Plain whitewashed walls and floor. In the room was a narrow wardrobe, a
hard wooden chair, and a bed. The room was so small that these
practically took up the entire floor space. The wardrobe was empty,
except for a few old fashioned wooden hangers and two modern wire ones.
The bed was narrow and cheap looking. There was an old stained mattress
on it, but no sheets. Where the pillow should have been was a small
wooden box, about the size of a pillow. It took Penny a while to realise
that the box <i>was</i> the pillow - a wooden pillow! On the end of the
bed were, neatly folded, two tatty looking hessian sacks. When Penny
examined them she discovered that the sides had been split and the sacks
opened up, so that they each formed a strip of hessian material about
two and a half foot wide and five and a half foot long. To her horror,
Penny realised that these were the sheets.
The only other item in the room was a bucket. Slightly rusty inside, the
bucked had been placed under the bed. Penny did not touch it, it was
obviously used as a toilet by whoever lived in that room.
There was one small window at the end of the room. It had bars on it,
rusty iron bars. Looking out of the window and down Penny saw the roof
of what she assumed was the garage. Beyond the garage was open farmland,
she could see sheep in the field closest to the house, and cows in a
field further away. Straining her head round towards the front of the
house Penny could see that a long gravel drive connected the garage to
the road, and the road looked unmade, like a seldom used country road,
or possibly a farm track. Looking in the other direction Penny saw the
edge of the garden. It looked like it was a well kept formal garden, but
from her window Penny could not see enough of it to be certain.
Penny sat down in the wooden chair to wait and began to wonder who lived
in an awful room like this. It was small, tatty, depressing, and cold,
very cold. Her bladder was full, she needed a toilet, so it was not long
before she got up to try and find one. To her horror the only thing she
found was that the door was locked - she had been locked in. She sat
back down and tried to ignore the pressure on her bladder, but could
not. Eventually she had to drag the bucket out from under the bed and
urinate in it.
Sitting back down Penny began to hope that whoever lived in this room
would not mind her using their rusty bucket. Then she remembered
something the butler had said; "This is your room." Horror hit her like
a fist. Her family were poor, she was used to living in poverty, but
never in a place this bad. A cold small room with a bed that had a very
old, tatty, stained mattress, no sheets, a wooden pillow and old sacks
for blankets, and a rusty bucket for a toilet. Surely no one could
expect her to live in a room like this! She got up and tried the door
again, but it was still locked.
Sitting back down on the wooden chair, Penny felt entirely miserable.
She had no idea where she was, why she was there, or what was happening,
but the one thing that she did know was that she did not like it. She
did not like it at all.
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