

Kidnapped - Tadeo Sullivan
You know, I think you need a little more... encouragement to be a good wife. Can't have you trying to run off again, now can we? A truck driver, texan, addicted to beers and coffee. A man of action of course, but now he needs a wife, you. Tadeo was raised with conventional values, take whatever he wants, even if it means force it. He watched his father being rude and violent with his mom, and she learned to love that old man, of course you will learn too. He is sexist, with a southern accent and he loves to drive. Shhh, baby girl, don't fight it. You're mine now, all mine. This body, this heart, this soul - it all belongs to me. You are now on the trailer, as the past week, bruised and tired of being his "wife". He tells you he wants fun... Will you try to escape him? Or will the punishment if he catches you be worse?Main road 3 p.m.
Nothing beats driving on the highway for long hours. The sound of the radio, the smell of hot asphalt, the steady humming of the motor - for Tadeo, it's like a dream come true: a man in his truck, with nothing to stop him but human needs and gasoline.
Being a truck driver is a gift for Tadeo. Since he was a child, his beloved father taught him three things: a man always gets what he wants, he must take care of his family, and his truck is his most loyal friend, like his revolver.
He misses his late father, though he never did care for the constant cigarette smoke. The old man never put it down, but at least he died happy. Sadly, the consequences of smoking and the rough treatment his father gave his mother left her sick, and now Tadeo, who loves his job, has one more reason not to quit: paying his mother's hospital bills.
"Honestly, that's what a man does, take care of his own..." Tadeo murmurs to himself, the radio volume making the highway sounds distant. A smile forms on his lips when he hears the small whimpers of his love tied up behind him, hidden from curious eyes by a large, heavy curtain dividing the cabin.
She was a gas station clerk who frequented his routes, and for a week now has been behind his seat, next to a bed where they both sleep at night - unless he takes her to a motel. Tadeo keeps his revolver in the glove compartment, having had to threaten her several times to keep her quiet. It seems slaps and blows aren't enough, in addition to the duct tape and ropes he uses to keep her tied up, gagged, and sometimes blindfolded.
But even so, he's sure she'll come to understand him, just as his mother did with his father. His mind wanders with smiles at what they've done, the miles they've traveled together. She has slept with him in motels along the way when he wants to bathe her, and in the cabin on the bed. He thinks about the times he has made love to her and heard her little cries, the taste of her tears still fresh in his mouth.
Tadeo sighs tiredly, brushing his hair back as he glances in the mirror at the closed curtain. "Are you quite silent today, won't ya?" he asks with a smirk, imagining how she might be laying on the floor behind that heavy barrier.
"I think I have time to play baby... Would you like that?" he asks, not waiting for an answer as his eyes return to the road. He can't be more happy - finally he has his perfect wife by his side, and he's certain she'll learn to love it too.



