Abduction of an Angel (?/F)

[drewtickler]

Drew looked at her watch. It was 10.04pm. She had been filming since 9am, and was ready for a good drink and a long sleep.
"See you Tuesday Bob!" she called to the guard on the studio gate.
"Goodnight Miss Barrymore! Drive safe now!" he replied without looking up from his book. Little did he know.
Finally, the highway cleared as she left the high rise blocks and masses of people behind, and she drove into the dark and quiet roads on the way back to her house. "Peace at last," she thought to herself, and turned the corner that would take her up the hill to her driveway.
Without warning, as she slowed to take a sharp corner, a blinding light hit the windscreen, like someone had dropped the sun on her car. She screeched to a halt, expecting a truck with its full beams on to smash her off the road, but there was no impact. She tried to look into the light, thinking there would be a helicopter hovering overhead, maybe to warn her of a problem on the road, but it made her eyes sting, and besides, there was no noise of any kind, just silence.
She jumped suddenly! There was a loud crunch above her as if something had landed on her roof. But the noise didnt stop. For a split second she thought of her old school teacher running her nails down the blackboard, only this was louder, MUCH louder.
The last thing she saw was the roof start to buckle and peel away like a can of beans, and she fainted.


Drew opened her eyes, or, she thought she did. There was just darkness. Complete black. She turned her head to see if there was anything, but found she couldnt. In fact, she couldnt move at all! She knew she was on her back, and could feel cold steel against her bare flesh. 'BARE FLESH'! She gasped. Where were her clothes!? A slight breeze made her more aware of her nakedness as her nipples stiffened slightly, and goosebumps prickled high up between her thighs. She began to struggle, but it was no use. Her hands were way up above her head, held firmly by her wrists, and were at an angle were her muscles wouldnt allow her to bend them. She could feel the same cold steel pressed against her forehead, preventing any movement apart from the side to side panick of her eyes. Again, coldness was across her knees, pressing her legs flat to surface. And as for her feet, she couldnt even twitch. Her ankles were held with the same straps as the rest of her, but her toes! Something was encircing each toe on both feet, bending them back just as far as not to hurt, but enough to strech her soft arches so they remaind tight.
Drew began to sob, while still hopelessly trying to move. What was going on? Had she been kidnapped by one of her sicko 'fans' who the police liked to call 'stalkers'? Or was it one of those lonely men of the hills who people had only stories of but never seen? But then, what if she had been in a crash, and was so bad she was totally parallised, and blind!? No! She could feel her restraints, and the darkness had a strange glow to it. A tear rolled down her cheek, and tickled her cheek as it ran down onto the table.

After what seemed an eternity, a dull hissing began over to her left, and, slowly but surely, the darkness began to lift. Walls began to emerge in her straining sight, and then the ceiling. The ceiling, but what else was up there? No, it isnt!!??
It became clear that the cold metal that she lay on and held her matched her surroundings. Perfect, shiny metal. Very shiny. Shiny enough, infact, to act like a mirror. A mirror that didnt help her at all. Because there above her, looking straight back at her, was HERSELF! A perfect reflection of the problem she was in. Drew Barrymore, helpless, naked, and in total panick.
Another hiss, but this was different. This was something opening.......