Fu shivered from cold and fear.
She stood now, because she had no room to sit, in a dark narrow closet barely wide enough to fit her, unlit and unwarmed. She was short and slender, with the soft beauty of a young Chinese girl; her breasts were small, but shapely and her skin was tanned and unblemished. Naked, but for the tight leather straps around her elbows, wrists, knees and ankles, and the black ballgag jammed deep in her mouth, forcing her jaw open and muffling her tearful cries to soft whimpers.
Only hours ago, she had shaded her eyes with her hand and watched curiously as a police car approached her parents' farm where she lived.
Fu was caught by surprise when it pulled to a stop beside her, then two policemen jumped out and grabbed her.
"No!" she screamed. "Stop!" but they pulled her hands behind her back and slapped handcuffs around her wrists, then threw a black bag over her head.
Still she fought and kicked, crying for help, but they dragged her to their car and threw her into the trunk.
Fu never knew how long she lay there, fighting her bonds, kicking out, crying, shouting for help or pleading for mercy, and trying desperately to breath in the hot trunk through the thick cloth of the bag.
After some interminable time, in which Fu thought she heard the noise of traffic and people, the car came to an abrupt halt.
The doors opened, then slammed shut again, and Fu heard the policemen walking around the car.
The trunk opened. "Please," she begged them. "Please let me go!"
They grabbed her without a word and dragged her out from the trunk, then set her on her feet and forced her to walk. Fu whimpered, but walked as quickly as she could, taking short blind steps in the darkness of the hood. She shivered, partly from fear, partly from the cold as they walked, their steps echoing hollowly, almost metallically back from the wide walls and ceiling of wherever they had taken her.
The policemen pulled her to a stop. "Don't move," one ordered her, then they turned and walked away. Fu stood still as their steps retreated. After a moment, she heard them clamber back into their car; the engine roared, and they drove away, leaving her in silence.
After a while, Fu shook her head, trying to dislodged the black bag, but it was too tight, and wouldn't move.
"Hello?" she called. "Is anyone there?"
No answer came, and she cautiously took a step, thinking to find some end to the room.
Twin footfalls echoed through the room, and Fu stopped, listening intently as they approached her. "Look, I don't know what this is about-"
Without warning, someone grabbed Fu by the arms and held her, while another took ahold of the black bag and whipped it away.
Fu blinked in the sudden light, old tears and new cutting channels through the sweat and dust on her face. "Please-" she began.
The tall woman who held the bag looked her up and down, then glanced at the man holding her. "She'll do," she said, speaking Mandarin with a clipped, official tone.
The man grunted, and shifted his hold on Fu. He released her with one hand, then unclocked the handcuffs.
Fu sighed in relief as they fell away, and rubbed at her wrists. "Thank you, I-"
"Strip," the woman ordered.
"What?" Fu gasped, shocked.
They both grabbed an arm, and tore at her clothes, tearing them off her.
Fu struggled and kicked, crying and pleading, but they ignored her. They were careful not to harm her, the woman hissed a warning at her partner when he accidentally scratched Fu's arm, but not out of concern for her: more like she was a valuable object they did not wish to damage.
In moments Fu was naked, showing her tight shapely breasts and her small black bush over her pussy; giving Fu one appreciative look, the man pulled her arms once more behind her back, and the woman pulled a handful of leather straps out of a pocket.
Ignoring Fu's cries, she wrapped a strap about Fu's wrists then pulled it tight. The man grabbed Fu's elbows and forced them together, drawing a scream of pain from the helpless girl; the woman wrapped another strap about her elbows and buckled it, securing her arms together behind her.
The man grabbed Fu's shoulders and pulled her against him; she could feel his arousal pressing into her, but she was distracted by the woman raising a ballgag toward her mouth.
"No!" Fu cried despairingly, shaking her head. "Please, please, no!"
Without answering, the woman forced the ballgag into her mouth, then pulled the straps taut and buckled them behind Fu's head.
They each grabbed Fu by an arm and led her onward: crying and moaning into her gag, Fu went along, despairing of any escape.
It seemed to be some sort of hangar she was in, with a concrete floor, metal ceiling and walls far off, lit dimly by lights far overhead.
Then Fu saw that while the ceiling and walls went on, the floor suddenly stopped, and she found herself looking down into deep dark water.
Pulled up against what Fu realized was a dock, was a strange ship: it looked a little like a submarine, but like nothing she had ever seen. It was to this that she was being brought.
"Mhmm!" she moaned, shaking her head and digging in her heels, but bound and naked, her captors easily forced her on.
They dragged her down a narrow metal corridor, sided by narrow windowless doors, then stopped before one of those and opened it, revealing a tiny closet.
"Mhm!" she screamed, wide-eyed and shaking her head. "Mhm! MHMM!"
Ignoring her cries, they put straps around her knees and ankles then pushed her in and slammed the door shut; Fu screamed, stamping her bare feet, but she heard the latch slide to, trapping her within.
Shivering and crying, Fu waited in that nightmarish place for what was to come next. After an eternity, a deep rumble began, and she felt movement; Fu realized that the ship was moving, and she wondered if she would ever see China again.