The Darkness of Confinement

The van drove on, its engine purring smoothly as it devoured the miles. Olivia lost all sense of time, unable to keep track of hours or days. The darkness was oppressive, the only sound the hum of the engine and the occasional rustle of Jenkins' movements outside. She was trapped, helpless and alone, with nothing but her thoughts to keep her company. As the hours ticked by, Olivia's mind began to play tricks on her. She heard Jenkins' voice, low and husky, as he stopped at restaurants or convenience stores. She heard the rustle of wrappers, the hiss of soda cans, and the murmur of women's voices. The women. Olivia's heart twisted with jealousy and despair. She heard the sound of Jenkins' laughter, low and rough, as he fucked the women outside the van. The sounds were a cruel reminder of her own captivity, of her status as a commodity, a thing to be used and discarded. The days passed, or maybe it was hours. Olivia couldn't tell. Time lost all meaning in the darkness. She was a prisoner, a slave, a tranny packaged up for the pleasure of others. She heard Jenkins' movements, the creak of the van's suspension as he got in and out, but he never spoke to her. He never acknowledged her presence. And then, after what felt like an eternity, the van stopped. The engine died, and the silence was oppressive. Olivia heard Jenkins' footsteps, heavy and deliberate, as he approached the back of the van. She tensed, her heart racing with fear, as the doors creaked open. Jenkins stood in the doorway, his face a mask of indifference. He looked at her, his eyes roaming over her body, but he didn't say a word. He didn't acknowledge her, didn't react to her presence. He simply looked, his expression as blank as a doll's. Olivia felt a shiver run down her spine as Jenkins' gaze lingered on her. She was naked, exposed, and helpless. The spreaders kept her open, vulnerable, and Jenkins' eyes seemed to drink in every detail. He looked at her cunt, at her mouth, at the tears that streamed down her face. And still, he didn't speak. The silence was oppressive, heavy with menace. Olivia felt like she was drowning, suffocating under the weight of Jenkins' gaze. She looked away, unable to meet his eyes, as he continued to stare at her. The moment seemed to stretch on forever, until finally, Jenkins turned and walked away, leaving Olivia alone in the darkness once more. The doors closed, and the van drove on, leaving Olivia to her thoughts, to her fear, and to her despair.