#358137 - “I bet you can’t guess what we’re doing” A voice coos, unnervingly sweet “Tonight, there’s no music for dancing But you’ll swing to an alternative beat. Abduction is not what you may want But you have to accept what is served I’ve written my “abduction” story In a format not to every-ones taste But if you decide to continue Grab a tissue, you know, just in case My words are for one special person A woman I completely adored And although my feelings still linger She moved on and I moved abroad Anyway, back to my story And to give an initial insight It tells of her part in a works-outing Where alcohol flowed freely all night When briefly away from her workmates A meathead had made a crude play Saying she looked to be open To “rough justice” being dispensed her way Speechless, she re-joined her comrades Who told her about his intent He picks up and takes away women With or without their consent They said he’s an insatiable monster The committer of “marathon”