Posted by Stephanie on December 03, 2003 at 18:41:27:
It was a late evening, just after a long shift at a hospital. It could have been any hospital, but there was only one hospital in the world in which Samantha worked. She was tall, had short cropped curly blonde hair, big blue eyes, pouty lips, and a smile that drove men wild. Her white nurses uniform left very little to the imagination, it was designed for ease of movement not to hide her very feminine body. She was known to most as Sam, but to her closest friends as Sexy Sam or at times Sam the Ham because of her overwraught acting skills. She had walked out of the hospital with her colleagues and friends, but they had all stopped and gotten in their cars. Sam had been late to work this morning and had to park at the far end of the parking lot. She had to walk the last few hundred feet alone in the darkened parking lot. She never even saw the attacker behind her. The first thing she felt was an arm like a vice wrap around her torso and squeeze every bit of air out of her body. Before she could cry out a cloth covered her mouth and nose. The pretty nurse knew the smell of an anesthetic when she smelled it, but what could she do. In seconds she went limp with a low muffled moan.
Sam screamed at the top her lungs as she regained consciousness, more of a reflex than really being scared. She had sat bolt upright from lying on her back before she even realized that she was laying down. She had been laying on straw and from a quick look around her she figured out that she was in a barn, but little else. She looked down at her clothes and rolled her eyes. Instead of her white nurses uniform she was dressed in a tight white blouse, it felt like silk; skin tight jeans; and white sneakers which all appeared to be new. She noticed movement over to one side and it took a moment for her eyes to focus. She saw a man dressed in a cheap gray suit standing leaning against the wall. She motioned toward the blouse with a look of disgust on her face.
"I overdid the chloroform a bit. When you passed out you let everything go, quite literally. Your other clothes were soiled so I had to replace them. Yes that is silk, nothing but the best for the woman they call Sexy Sam."
Sam's eyes narrowed and her nose wrinkled up in an attempt to look annoyed.
"Could be worse I could have called you Sam the Ham."
Sam rolled her eyes again and tried to get to her feet.
"Water?" gasped Sam.
He motioned toward a table a this left and Sam noticed for the first time a table, two chairs, a pitcher, and a glass. The man, obviously her captor, helped Sam to her feet and guided her stumbling footsteps over to one of the chairs. She smiled warmly as he sat down in the other chair and poured water out of the pitcher into the glass. He pushed it toward her and she shook her head.
"Suspicious? Why shouldn't you be, I did after all drug you and kidnap you."
Sam's suspicions were allayed when he took a sip of the water himself, then pushed the glass back to her. She took the glass and drained in one gulp. He poured her another and she looked embarrassed.
"Embarrassed because you drank that so fast, or because as a nurse you should know better. Your mouth and throat are still pretty dry so go ahead and help yourself."
Three glasses of water later Sam slumped back in her chair satisfied.
"Why am I here?" asked Sam.
"Curiosity."
Sam looked puzzled.
"Not my curiosity, Samantha's yours. You just couldn't help yourself. You just had to look in those files. You now know what my boss looks like, which makes you the only person outside of our organization that does. Unfortunately, pretty lady, that makes you a liablity."
"What about the doctor? He gave your boss that new face." asked Sam.
"I took care of him after I dumped you in the trunk of my car tonight. The boss wanted something special for you. What was it he said, a beautiful woman deserves to die beautifully."
"I don't like the sound of that." whimpered Sam.
The man in the gray suit reached into his jacket. Sam's eyes widened and her jaw dropped in shock when he pulled out a small revolver. The act dissolved and true fear flashed in her baby blues when he pointed the barrel of the gun at her belly.
"Oh no. Please not in the belly." gasped Sam as she stood.
He stood with her and motioned her toward a ladder at her right.
"Up the ladder pretty lady."
Sam grumbled as she pulled herself up the ladder. She considered how vulnerable he would be when he climbed up the ladder and turned to wait on him. When he reached the top, she grabbed his right hand, the one with the gun in it. Much to Sam's surprise he leapt up into the loft like a cat. As she concentrated on knocking the gun from his right hand, his left fist pounded into the middle of her gut. Sam bent with a groan, but refused to let go of the gun. He had knocked the wind of of her and they both knew it, but Sam continued to fight. She was fighting for her life and they both knew she wouldn't just give up. Sam stiffened as the gunman turned his weapon toward her. She felt the barrel touch her blouse just above the top her jeans.
"Noo!" whined Sam as she felt the barrel of the gun slide into her navel.
"It's your choice Samantha, give up, or fight on and take a bullet up the gut."
Sam looked utterly defeated as she raised her hands and backed away. He lay his hand on the small of her back and pushed her toward a window in the hay loft.
"That was actually a smart move, Samantha. I would have been smarter if you had used your foot instead of your hand."
"I'll try to remember that the next time someone pokes a gun in my belly-button." quipped Sam.
"Put your hands behind your back."
Sam looked nervously over her shoulder as she complied. She winced as she felt handcuffs being clamped on her wrists. He put the gun back in his jacket and pulled her by the arm out the window. It led to a ledge just barely wide enough for them to walk on. They walked out the ledge to a narrower one that looked down over the table and chairs where they had been earlier. Sam's eyes widened and she shook her head when she saw the unmistakable sight of a noose in front of her. She leaned back against her captor and he pushed her forward closer to it.
"You can't just hang me." whimpered Sam.
He turned Sam sideways and she noticed that as she edged out under the noose that the toes of her shoes hung out over the ledge.
"Please! I'll do anything just don't kill me." gasped Sam as he lay the deadly loop of rope over her pretty head.
She closed her eyes as he tightened the noose around her neck. It wasn't tight enough to choke her, just tight enough for her to feel the rope all the way around.
"No trap door, what are you going to do? Push?" asked Sam.
"No, I'm going to let you hang yourself."
Sam looked a little puzzled, then noticed as he pulled out a small pocket knife.
"I knew this was just a joke all the time. I'll bet Donna and some of the gang put you up to this." said Sam with a relieved look on her face.
The blonde let out a yelp of pain as he poked the small three inch blade into the middle of her belly. She looked over at him with disbelief on her face when he pulled it out.
"Why did you do that?" gasped Sam.
"Aside from being nosy, a closet necrophiliac, and a gorgeous woman: you are also an excellent nurse. You know as well as I do why most belly wounds are fatal, the ventral artery located down the middle of the abdomen, which I might point out I just severed."
"Now that's just plain vicious. Hanging is one thing, but this...this is just despicable." grunted Sam.
He just smiled as he walked back down the ledge. She heard him go back into the hay loft and heard him climb back down the ladder. He came back out to the table and sat down in his chair and looked up at her. Her silk blouse was already nearly covered in blood and he could tell by her expression that she was getting dizzy.
"How long can you last Samantha?"
Sam bit her lower lip as she looked up trying to clear her mind of the searing pain in her stomach, and the fact that she knew how she was going to die and that she knew she couldn't stop it from happening. She looked down at her blouse and shook her head.
"I've already lost a lot of blood. I'm dizzy and getting weaker by the second. I have to stay up here though. The second I fall, this rope pulls tight and I'm finished." gasped Sam.
The pretty nurse's sexy legs began to shake spasmodically as she fought off nature with every fiber of her being.
"I..I can't...Oh my God!" gasped Sam as she felt her knees buckle.
Her knees bent and her footing gave way on the ledge. The rope snapped tight around her neck and the last thing Sam heard sounded like a stick of dynamite going off in both ears. The sound of her neck snapping like a twig was actually barely audible in the barn and Sam swung silently back and forth. Her eyes were open and blank, her mouth open slightly, and her tongue hung partly out of her mouth. Sexy Sam was dead