Slowly Stolen Away
Slowly Stolen Away
By Dreadlocks
Clearfield was a small town, and there was very little that went on there most of the time. Only about 1000 people lived there and it was fairly isolated in the foothills of the Rockies. This is why Leana moved there for the summer. It was quiet and there was nothing to do, except write. Leana was an author of some reputation and had three best sellers on the shelves in bookstores across America. She was a thriller/mystery novelist and would often seek solitude while writing.
It was a chilly spring day when Leana drove into Clearfield, the sky was a dark blue and there was some morning frost that still clung to the grass, where the sun had not yet reached it. She had called some weeks before in an effort to secure an apartment or cottage that would suit her needs. What became available was a small but quaint little cabin about a mile outside of town, looking over the village from a near sheer cliff face.
All payment for the cabin had been made in advance and the keys were exchanged in the mail, as the owner was not in residence there.
As Leana drove up to the cabin, there was a small deer that was grazing on the grass outside the front door. The drive was long and Leana was surprised that the deer did not hear her coming, but it was lined with thick pines that might have shielded the noise from her wheels. As she got out of the car, the deer quickly darted into the woods.
“How sweet.” She thought, as she lifted her bag from the trunk of her car. As she settled into her temporary home, she took time to walk out onto the porch, and saw the incredible view that it afforded. “My god, how breathtaking.” She could literally see for miles across the wood covered mountains, and the small village seemed like a post card. “I guess it’s time to get to work.” She said under her breath as she opened her laptop and placed it onto the knotty pine desk, that looked out over the view. After opening things and looking at a blank screen for about an hour she decided that she would drive into town and get something to eat.
It was only 6pm and the village was pretty much deserted. The only place she found that was open was a small bar called the Squirrel Lodge. Leana parked her car
and wandered into the place. There was a couple seated in a booth to her left, and the bartender, cleaning some shelves behind the bar.
“Hello miss, something to drink?” The bartender stood up and saw the stunning beauty that was before him. Leana was definitely a looker, with long auburn hair and a pale cream complexion. Although her breasts were small her body was perfectly proportioned.
“Yes, please, a vodka tonic, with a twist.” She said, the words rolling off her tongue as she had said them so many times in the past. She pulled up a seat at the bar and sipped on her drink as the bartender looked on. She was aware of his attention, but she was quite used to being stared at and took no offense.
“Just passing through?” asked the bartender.
“No, I rented the Brandywine place on the hill, just for the summer.” Leana wondered if she had done the right thing in telling this stranger, where she was staying.
“What do you think of the view miss…”
“Leana, my name is Leana.” She sipped again at her drink.
“It certainly is a beautiful place, Leana.” My uncle used to know the Brandywines, and took me hunting up there when I was a kid. A little lonely up there though, you should be careful.” His voice was hiding something.
“Careful of what?” Leana queried. Now he had her attention.
“A few years back a young lady, much like yourself was taken from that cabin, and never found.” The bartender hesitated a little. “They have no idea who took her either.”
“Sounds like a story I would write.” Leana was intrigued while at the same time a little frightened. “I’m a mystery novelist, that’s what I do.”
“Well, don’t be poking around too much up there. There’s no one even close to that cabin that could hear you. If you want information on that kidnapping, its all down at the local library.” He shuffled down the bar to wait on another customer that had just walked in the door.
As Leana was driving back up to her cabin in the woods, she was getting more and more frightened, and the drive down the long, tree lined drive made her feel even more uneasy. She found herself looking over her shoulder as she made her way from the car to the door, and immediately turned on about every light in the cabin. Sleep was not easy for Leana, this made it near impossible.
She must have dosed off at some point as she woke up with the sun shining through the window and into her eyes. She never did make it into the bedroom and slept in her clothes on the sofa. Really, there were only two rooms to the place anyway, the bedroom/bath , and everything else, so she guessed it didn’t make any difference where she slept. Leana went to the bath and as she was brushing out her hair she seemed to notice something different. Was her hair shorter? How could that be possible? She brushed it some more then reached back with her arm behind her back. She couldn’t touch it! Two days ago at home, she could grab her hair between her fingers behind her back, now it was a good two inches out of her grasp. Leana ripped off her top and bra and stood in the mirror. She knew her hair had covered her nipples and now almost her entire breast was visible. “Oh my god!” She yelled out loud. Somebody had come into the cabin and cut her hair while she was sleeping. But how? Surely she would have woken up. She was such a li
ght sleeper. Who would do this to me?
Leana wasted no time in going into town and reporting the incident to the police.
But, the police were a little skeptical of her story. They didn’t know her, so they wouldn’t have known if her hair was shorter. To them she was just some crazy woman that was imagining things. She went down to bar for a drink, and the same bartender was quick to serve her another vodka tonic.
“Trimmed your hair a little, looks nice.” Said the bartender.
“I didn’t trim it, someone cut it.” She took a large gulp of her drink. “Someone came into the cabin last night and cut my hair.” The bartender looked at her a little strangely. “Seriously! Nobody believes me around here, not even your police department.” She was a little more than upset.
“Why would somebody want to cut your hair?” The bartender puzzled. “Just seems a little strange, that’s all.”
“Well, great!” Leana slugged back the rest of her drink and walked out of the bar. She felt funny about going back up to the cabin, but where else was she going to go, there wasn’t a motel around for 100 miles.
As the sun set across the porch and tipped the top of the distant peaks, Leana had buried herself in her writing, and oddly enough she had chosen the Brandywine disappearance as her subject, although she never bothered to do any research. She had her own ideas about what might have happened to the girl. The next time she looked up from the computer it was dark outside, which sent a chill down Leana’s spine. She went around and locked all the windows and the two doors to the cabin. Throwing a few logs into the fireplace, she started a fire and curled up on the sofa, re-reading what she had written during the evening. The fire felt good against the chill of the night, and she slid off the sofa and onto the braided rug that rested in front of the hearth. She woke up to the beeping of her laptop as it was about to power down. It was still dark and her neck was stiff from leaning against the table. She placed her laptop on the desk, and headed for the bedroom. She was about to lay down on the bed when she caught her reflection in the mirror. “Oh no, shit!” She quickly turned on the light over the mirror to discover that her hair had once again been cut, only this time it was completely off her shoulders. A blunt bob which was unevenly cut, shorter on the left than the right. She went back to the fireplace and turned on the lights, to discover that the rug beneath where she was resting had a light dusting of auburn hair. Not what had been cut, but just some evidence of the crime. Why was someone doing this? Leana was in a panic, and decided to sleep the rest of the night locked in her car.
The morning arrived with a thunderstorm, and Leana was awakened by the rain beating against the roof of her car. She quickly ran inside and slipped out of her top and once again surveyed the damage to her once glorious red locks. It was horribly chopped. The left side was a full inch shorter than the right and it was jagged and uneven as well.
Sadly, Leana took a pair of scissors and tried to fix the damage, ending up with a chin length bob all around. “At least it’s even.” She said out loud, as if someone was listening. She wept a little over the loss of her hair, but strangely, not enough to make her leave the cabin. She sat back down at her computer and began writing more of her novel.
All day she wrote. She couldn’t remember a day when the words rolled off her fingers like they did that day. She must have written fifty pages. Feeling tired she thought she would take a nap while it was still light out. She went to the bedroom and stripped out of her jeans and top and stretched out on the bed and went right out.
She was awakened by what she thought was a bang. She jumped straight up in bed. It was still light out, although the sun was just starting to set. Getting out of bed she noticed that she was completely naked. “I must have slipped out of my panties in my sleep.” She looked but did not find them on the bed. Nor were her clothes where she left them on the chair. She looked in the mirror and her hair was the same, but someone had taken her clothes, all her clothes. There was nothing in the closets or the drawers, not a stitch, no shoes, no socks, nothing. She crept into the living room and found that every piece of furniture had been removed. Everything was gone, including her laptop and her phone. Not only that, but her car was gone too. Leana was completely panicked. She ran outside naked and began to yell at the top of her lungs, but she knew no one would hear her. Shaking from fear, she ran back into the cabin and locked the doors, not that it would do any good. Whoever this was, she was completely at their mercy.
The only thing left in the living room was the braided rug. The fire was still glowing in the fireplace, so she added a couple of logs to stoke it up. Naked and cold, Leana, curled up on the rug and let the fire warm her flesh. Night was coming, and with it, fear.
How could this be happening? Why me, why is this happening to me? Leana laid down on the rug and was quickly asleep, although her sleep was soon interrupted. There was a another loud bang that woke her. She quickly stood up on the rug and tried to look around her but it was completely dark, except for the glow of the fire. She ran to the light switch but there was the light didn’t, work. In fact none of the lights worked. She was completely in the dark. She went to throw another log on the fire but there were none, they were gone too. “What else is missing?” she said out loud. She walked carefully into the bedroom and could see from the faint light that filtered in the window that everything was gone. The entire cabin was completely stark empty. The only thing that she could tell was still there was the mirror. She quickly felt her hair and it was the same as it had been. Leana was left with nothing but a braided rug and a fading fire. She curled up as a dog would on the floor, and awaited the dawn.
Strangely enough, she did sleep and awoke with the sun coming in upon her, warming her. How was it possible that it could look so cheerful outside and yet her predicament was so dire. Naked, cold and alone. She had to pee, so she went back to the bedroom and as she sat down on the commode she was shocked to see her pubic hair had been shaved. “Come on!” she shouted “What the hell is going on? If you’re going to kill me just do it and get it over with!” She finished peeing and stood up to leave but as she walked by the mirror something wasn’t right. As she got closer she realized that her eyebrows had been shaved as well. Not only had her eyebrows been shaved, but her eyelashes were gone too! The only hair left was that on her head, and she knew that was next.
If only she had that pair of scissors, she could at least deny this asshole the pleasure of taking that away from her. She was going to at least try and escape. Even though the sun was shining and the day was warmer, Leana was unable to venture far from the cabin. Her sensitive feet were no match for the harsh terrain that surrounded the cabin. The driveway was cinders and soon cut her feet so they bled and she was forced to turn back.
She was truly trapped in a hellish nightmare, and as the sun set that evening she knew that things were only going to get worse. When she arrived back at the cabin the sun was already setting and this time there was no fire. Leana pulled the rug into the bedroom as the fireplace was useless. She locked all the doors before it got too dark and laid down on the rug and began to weep. She wept for what seemed like hours but it soon was too much, as she was once again asleep, in spite of the cold.
Leana finally did awaken, she was cold, and shivering. The sun was just starting to rise and there was a soft glow in the room. She was thirsty and hungry, as she hadn’t eaten in two days. She climbed to her feet and walked to the sink to suck some water from the tap when she saw her reflection. Her hands immediately went to her head, but all she felt was stubble. She had to wait until the sun rose a little more to see how she truly looked. Bald, she definitely looked bald. She was able to get a few drops of water from the tap, but her attention was drawn to the hideous reflection in the mirror. No hair, no eyebrows, no eyelashes, she was a freak. She looked like a demented alien. Gone was the drop dead beautiful redhead, in her place was an ugly bald knob.
Leana, slowly made her way back to the living room, to find a package on the counter. She quickly opened it and found a loaf of bread and a bottle of water inside. Starving, she made short work of the bread and conserved the water, as she knew she would need it. Inside the package there was also a note.
“Leave the cabin today and follow the red markers on the trees. You must
collect the markers as you go and place them in this package. Stray
from the path and you will be punished severely. Know that more food
and drink lay at the end of your journey. I have taken all of your vanity
and used it wisely. Go now!”
There was no use in resisting, he had her completely under his power. Leana grabbed the empty package and left the cabin in search of the first red marker. On the back side of the cabin she saw a glint of something red, but not bright red as she was seeking. She walked over to it and found a lock of her hair nailed to a tree.
As instructed, she pulled the hair which easily slid off the nail and placed it in the package. Her feet were a mess from all of the sharp rocks and twigs, but she pushed on. Every fifty feet there was another lock, and dutifully, she did as instructed and placed each marker into the package. At one point she looked behind her only to realize that there would be no way for her to find her way back. She continued on for what seemed like miles. By now the package was full of her red hair. The next marker was different than the others. It was a plastic bag, with all her pubic hair inside. The next one was also a bag, and this one contained what must have been her eyebrows and lashes.
When she looked up for the next marker, there was a building in the distance. There were no more markers, so she made her way to the building.
“What a sight she must be.” She thought. “A hairless, naked woman, walking through the forest.” She knew he must have been watching her the entire way. As she came up to the building, which was nothing more than a gray cement block house, she paused for a moment. There was a small fire burning in a pit on the one side. Suddenly there was a voice.
“Kneel at the edge of the fire, Leana.” She did as she was told. The heat felt good against her naked skin, which had been lashed by the wind and branches. From inside the building a tall dark man, emerged, wearing a black cloak. He approached Leana from behind and knelt behind her. She was all but frozen in fear. This was the man that had taken everything from her, and here he knelt directly behind her. He reached around and took the package from her, and she watched as he slowly dumped its contents onto the fire. Her hair burned with a bright flame, and smelled of sulfur.
“Smell the evil of your vanity, Leana.” He ran his hand over her bald head. “You will never again be afforded the vanity of hair, is that understood, Leana?” She nodded and knew that he meant what he said. “You will never hide your body with clothing again, is that understood, Leana?” Once again she nodded. “You will be my hairless, naked slave. Say it to me!” he shouted. She hesitated, for she knew that once she said it, it would be real. “Say it, Leana!”
“I will be… your hairless….naked slave.” At that moment Leana knew that this was to be her new life. He led her inside the block house and through a doorway. To her surprise, she was inside an elevator, which descended into a brightly lit room. There, two women, clad in white robes, took control of her and led her to be cleaned. They took her through a complex series of hallways and rooms to a large bathroom, with marble floors and walls. Everything was so brightly lit that it almost hurt her eyes. Leana was immersed in the bath, which felt amazing after her ordeal. The two women disrobed and entered the bath with her. They were also hairless. Each one took turns washing different parts of Leana’s body. They also took turns shaving her. Her stubbled head was soon as smooth as the marble walls. They left no hair. Even her arms were shaved of their fine downy fur. When she had been cleaned and shaved thoroughly, she was led back through the hallways to a less brightly lit room, and then into a dark room, that was small with a hard exam table in the middle.
“You will lay on this table with your legs spread wide. You must not open your eyes. There will be a series of bright lights and some heat on your body. Remember, do not open your eyes.” She heard them leave the room and the door close behind them. She heard a whirring of machinery and then starting at her toes there was a tingling heat. She wanted to look but she kept her eyes tightly closed. The tingling slowly moved up her legs and became more intense as it reached her sex. The heat waned again over her torso but became very hot and almost painful as it reached her face and head. “Keep your eyes closed!” A voice came through an intercom. As the tingling passed over the top of her head the machinery wound down and the voice rang out over the intercom again.
“You will turn over onto your belly.”
Leana did as she was told and flipped over. “Spread your legs open, and keep your eyes closed.” She heard the machinery winding up again and the tingling heat once again started at her toes and slowly worked its way up her body. When it got to the back of her head, it felt like little needles piecing her scalp.
Finally it was over and the two women reappeared. “You may open your eyes.” The room was full of a dusty mist that glowed pink in the dim lighting. “All of your hair follicles have been eradicated.” As she was moved back into the bright light again she could see her skin was bright white. As she was about to say something about it the one woman placed a finger over Leana’s mouth. “You must never speak.” As they rounded another corner, a very colorful room came into view. “You are now to be tinted.” Almost robot like. “The follicle destruction also makes your skin receptive to permanent tinting. The overseer has selected your color, enter the booth here.” Leana was led into the booth and positioned with her legs spread wide. She was told to hold her arms straight up, fingers and toes spread. “Once again close your eyes until we tell you to open them.” She could hear a compressor come on and then a fine mist was spraying all over her body. The mist stopped and Leana thought the process was complete. “Your tint requires three applications, keep still and keep your eyes closed.” Once again the mist began spraying onto her body. She could feel her skin tighten as the tint dried in between applications. Finally the third spraying was complete and the women once again stepped into the booth. “You may open your eyes.” Leana was anxious to see what had been done to her, but when she opened her eyes, her skin was bright pink. Not a natural pink but hot pink. “Your skin is tight, as the tint is not finalized.” She was led into another booth and sprayed again, this time only one application was done, but it stung like fire. “Your tinting is now completely permanent, this is now your natural skin color.” The tightness in her skin was gone, and the hot pink tint was hers, forever.
Leana was now led to what would be her cell. Inside was a simple bed and a small table, one entire wall of the room was a mirror. There was a toilet and a sink in the far corner.
The entire room was only ten by ten. The room was lit by the same ceiling lighting as the rest of the place. When the women left and door was locked, Leana got her first good look at herself. Her skin was shiny, and as she brought herself closer to the mirror she could see the depth of the tinting. This was definitely permanent. Every part of her body was shocking pink. She searched her body for a single hair, but not one remained, nor would there ever be. She laid down on her small cot, and curled up with her back to the mirror. A small panel in the wall spun around near her face, and a large elongated teat appeared. She could see a drop of whitish liquid appear at its tip. Reluctantly, she lapped the drop with her tongue and found it to be sweet. Leana placed her lips over the teat and began to suckle the smooth sweet liquid, allowing it to fill her empty belly. So began her new life, as a hairless, naked slave.