## Settling an Old Score

Post by Kyle » Thu Feb 19, 2009 11:35 am

This is a story idea that kind of came to me the other day. I'm using my online alias, Kyle, for the name of the protaganist. Everything else will come along during the story. Everyone in this story is fictional. So is the place, which is a pretty generic area in south Alabama, which is a place I don't necessarily live in myself before someone jumps to that conclusion.
I tried to make it into more of a story than just focusing exclusively on the tie-up part of it, so it takes a little while to get into that part of the story, but it will get there.
Part 1
The sun was setting, but it was still hot and humid after the recent afternoon thunderstorm had passed through. The air conditioner in my car was broken, so I had the windows rolled down to stay cool inside the car. This was how I was able to hear the woman shouting for help as she ran out into the road. I had to slam on the brakes and nearly swerved into the trees on the right side of the road.
"What's going on?" I asked, sticking my head out the window. She kind of looked frantic.
"My car's broken down and I can't get it started" she said. She didn't sound like she was from around here. She looked to be about 35 or so. She was kind of tall, maybe about 5' 8" or so and looked to be in pretty good shape. She had straight blonde hair that went down just past her shoulders. The blue tank top and jeans she had on were wet. Apparently she'd been caught out in the storm. I thought she was kind of attractive, not beauty-queen attractive, but pretty good looking. She had a backpack with her like she'd been hiking through the woods.
"Where's it at?" I asked. I didn't see another car around. It was a narrow, winding two-lane road a few miles from the nearest town in either direction.
"It's on that dirt road a few hundred yards behind you" she replied.
"What were you doing down there?" I asked. None of the little dirt roads around here really went anywhere. Most of them came to a dead-end.
"I was hiking through the woods and when I tried to leave my car wouldn't start" she replied. "Do you think you can help me? I've been waiting for somebody to come by for a few minutes now. I don't want to get stuck out here at night."
"Okay" I said. "Hop in. I'll drive you to your car."
"Thanks" she said. I unlocked the passenger side door and she climbed in. She put her backpack in the floor of the seat in front of her. "I'm Holly, by the way."
"I'm Kyle" I said. I backed the car up and turned around. "You're not from around here are you?" I asked.
"No, I'm from California" she said. "I'm not used to this humidity out here in Alabama. I'm on vacation right now and going around hiking in different places. It's this road."
I turned and went down the road. It was a very narrow road, not wide enough for two cars to pass by each other. It was a rough dirt road. I wished I'd had my friend's truck instead of my car. It was dark enough with the setting sun I had to turn on my headlights to see good. "What did you do during the storm?" I asked, referring to her wet clothes.
"I got caught out in it and had to hide under a fallen tree trunk. It didn't keep me completely dry as you can tell. Are you in high school, if you don't mind my asking? You look fairly young."
"I just graduated" I said. "I'll be going to college in the fall. Hey, where'd you say the car was?" We were coming close to the end of the road and I hadn't seen it yet. Holly was reaching into her backpack.
"It's right up ahead after this last turn. Where are you going to college?"
"I'm going to go to-hey come on. There's no car here." We'd reached the point where the road dead-ended at the swamp. There was no car anywhere around. I started to turn toward her and ask "What's going on..." but she cut me off by clamping her left hand over my mouth. Before I could do anything about it she was sticking some kind of needle in my neck with her right hand. Almost immediately I felt my muscles going weak. I tried to pull her hand away from my mouth. My protests were muted behind her hand.
"Shh, don't fight it" she said. Everything was starting to go blurry. My eyes started closing on their own. The last thing I remember before passing out was thinking I should've been more careful before stopping to help a stranger.
Last edited by Kyle on Sun Mar 22, 2009 1:51 pm, edited 1 time in total.

### Re: Settling an Old Score

Post by ilikebeingtiedup » Thu Feb 19, 2009 2:41 pm

o my frickin god please continue this is awesome!!!

### Re: Settling an Old Score

Post by Kyle » Thu Feb 19, 2009 2:55 pm

I have a pretty good idea of where the story is going, so it shouldn't take me too long, although I can't promise anything. I still have to work out some of the details and I've kind of got a hole to fill near the end. You'll figure our what the title means down the road. Right now I'm looking at maybe a 4 or 5-parter for this story, maybe slightly more depending on how I break it up. There will be actual tie-ups involved in the next part, which you can probably guess from how the last part ended.
My original idea was to have it be a teenage girl getting kidnapped by a man, but I thought that was a very common thing, so I decided switching it to a boy being kidnapped by a woman would make it more original. You don't hear about that every day. I thought that would be interesting. Plus, I wanted to write it in first-person view, and that is much easier for me to do from a male perspective than a female one.
Interestingly, this story was partly inspired by a dream I had the other night. I never thought that would happen.

### Re: Settling an Old Score

Post by theseeker » Thu Feb 19, 2009 3:24 pm

Good story so far. Hope to read more soon.

### Re: Settling an Old Score

Post by Kyle » Thu Feb 19, 2009 8:10 pm

Got a little time, so here's part 2. It'll probably be at least a few days before part 3 gets posted. I got lucky with the time on this one.
Part 2
I slowly found myself waking up. I had a very funny dizzy feeling. I slowly blinked and tried to focus. It was dark though and I couldn't see a lot. I was laying on my right side. My arms were behind me. My mouth kind of ached. I tried to reach up to feel of it, when I realized I couldn't. I realized my wrists were bound with what felt like rope. I tried to speak but couldn't do that either. Suddenly I realized something had been stuffed in my mouth and that was causing the aching feeling. I tried to spit it out, but sticky tape prevented me from doing that. I could also feel my ankles bound together.
My memory returned about stopping to help the woman broken down on the road. She'd stuck some kind of needle in my neck. I guess it had some kind of drug in it. But why did she do it? What would a woman be kidnapping a teenager for? Maybe she wanted my car. But why take me along then? Did she just wait on the side of the road until the first person stopped for her became her victim? Something didn't add up here.
It took several minutes for me to start being able to move around much again, as much as I could while tied up anyway. By this time I'd realized I was in the backseat of my own car, and it was moving. It was dark now. The sun had been setting when I'd stopped to help the woman. Holly. That was her name. Or, she said it was her name anyway.
I looked up and saw that it appeared Holly was the driver of my car now. It was a woman with blonde hair anyway. I wondered how long I'd been unconscious. We were traveling at a pretty high speed. I wondered if we were on the interstate.
I tried to speak and made enough mumbling sounds to get Holly's attention. She turned around and glanced at me. "Oh, you're awake now. Sit back and relax. We're going to be at our destination before too much longer."
I laid there and tried to see out the window. From my view flat on the seat I couldn't see much in the darkness. I tried to move my wrists but it was painful. Holly had tied them pretty tightly. If I kept them still it was okay. I tested moving my ankles and got similar results. My fingers couldn't find the knot in the rope.
I gave up trying to untie myself for the time being and thought about what was happening. Mom was expecting me home around 10 or so. Since it was the summer and got dark late, and it was dark now, it might be close to that time, depending on how long we'd been going while I was passed out. Maybe she'd start looking for me soon.
Anger took over as I thought about this woman who stole my car and tied me up in the backseat. I started kicking the back of the driver's seat over and over and grunting into my gag trying to get her attention. After several seconds, I guess I got it because she turned around and snapped "Quit that if you don't want to get hurt!" I hesitated, then started doing it again. After about 10 or 15 more seconds, I could feel the car slowing down and we pulled off the highway. She turned right, drove a short distance, and then stopped. She clicked on the interior light and turned around to face me.
"All right" she said, and I could see her clearly now. She didn't look happy. "If you're not going to quit, I'll have to make you stop." She held up a pretty large knife so I could see it and I got kind of scared. She reached over to the passenger seat and grabbed a roll of duct tape, which I guess she had used to tape my mouth shut with. She tore off a strip. "Close your eyes" she said. Afraid of the knife, I did so, and she placed the tape down over them, effectively taping my eyes shut.
She climbed out of the car and opened the door next to my feet. She used the knife to cut the rope around my ankles and pulled me out. "To the trunk" she said. I hesitated, hoping someone was around to see this. I felt the sharp point of the knife in the back of my neck. "I said move!" I started walking. I didn't really want to be locked in the trunk, but I didn't like that knife in my neck either. She pushed me to the back. I heard the trunk pop open. She pushed me forward and with a lot of effort managed to lift my legs up and over the side. She must have been pretty strong. She grabbed my legs and pulled them together and I felt her tie my ankles again. Then she said "If you value your health and well-being, you won't kick against the trunk and try to get anybody's attention." She pressed the knife up to my throat to drive the point home I guess, then took it away. "Do you understand?" I nodded. "Good." With that she slammed the trunk shut. I hoped someone saw all of this. Unfortunately as I discovered, apparently no one did.
She climbed back into the car and started driving again. I didn't dare kick after her warning. She sounded crazy. I couldn't believe that I was being kidnapped by a woman, who I really believe now would hurt me if she wanted to.
I just laid there for the rest of the drive and tried to keep from hitting the sides when Holly would turn the car. It was very hot outside and inside the trunk it was like an oven. Luckily it was night. I wouldn't want to know what it's like in there during a hot sunny day.
After about a half hour or so, we pulled off the highway again. After a few minutes of slower driving-maybe through a town- it felt like we were on a winding road. Finally the car came to a stop. I wondered where we were. If I'd been unconscious very long, we could be in Mississippi, or maybe even Florida. I heard the trunk pop open. Holly reached down and cut the rope around my ankles again and pulled me out of the trunk, standing me on my feet. The hot humid summer Alabama night air greeted me. The ground felt like gravel. I felt the point of the knife in the back of my neck again. "All right, let's go" Holly said. I grunted into my gag at the feeling of the knife and started to walk. She kept a firm grip on my left arm to keep me from running, not that I could see where I was going with the tape over my eyes.
Holly pushed me forward for about 20 steps when she stopped. "We're going up some steps. Pick your feet up." I slowly raised and lowered my feet, trying to feel the steps. After 4 of them Holly said "Okay, we're on level ground again. Go forward." I hesitated as long as I dared without moving, hoping that wherever we were, somebody would see us. Holly waited about two seconds before giving me a hard shove forward. "You don't listen very well, do you?" she asked. She stopped me and I heard her fiddling around with a lock. She kept a tight grip on my arm. She was pretty strong. I shuffled my feet around. It felt like we were on a wooden porch. She opened a door and I felt myself being pushed into some kind of building. It was cooler in here at least. It felt good on the sweat that had fired up while I was locked in the trunk. I was pushed along into the building for several seconds until Holly suddenly spun me around. "Sit down" she said, easing me down into a wooden chair. She pulled my hands behind the back of the chair. "Sit still" she commanded me. I did.
Holly grabbed my left ankle and pulled it to the left chair leg. She tied my ankle to the chair leg, winding the rope around several times. Next she did the same with my right leg. After that she wound rope around my chest and upper body, pinning my body and arms to the chair. She pulled the ropes tight. Finally I felt her grab a corner of the tape over my eyes and she slowly pulled it off. It hurt a little bit. I blinked at the sudden invasion of light. Holly stood in front of me with a bottle of water.
"I'm going to take the tape off" she said. "There's nobody close by to hear you scream, so don't try it. It'll just annoy me. Do you understand?" I nodded. "Good." With that she started pulling off the tape. She'd used 4 pieces over my mouth and it took a minute before she finally got it all off and I was able to spit out the wad of cloth that had been jammed in there. I was glad, because I'd been afraid it was going to choke me.
Holly put the water bottle up to my lips. She let me drink a decent amount of it before pulling it away.
"Who are you, really?" I asked. "Why did you bring me here? Where are we anyway?"
"You don't need to know where we're at" she replied. "As for why I have you here, well, you'll find out soon enough. Now," she reached down to where she had put her backpack on the floor and pulled out the roll of duct tape again, "you're asking too many questions." She ripped off a piece of tape.
"No, wait..." I started, but she had the tape over my mouth before I could get it out.
"Good" she said. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a cell phone. She glanced at it. "Looks like your mom is starting to wonder where you're at. She called about 15 minutes ago." She held the phone up to me so I could read it. Sure enough, it said "Mom" and her number, plus the time of the call, 10:06 PM. It also said it was 10:20 PM now. It had been about 7:45 when I'd last looked at the clock right before I ran into Holly, so I'd been her captive for over 2 hours now.
Holly started punching things in on the phone. After about a minute she held the phone up and pointed it at me. "I'm taking your picture. Smile."
Obviously I couldn't do anything with the tape over my mouth, so I just sat there. I heard the phone click as she took the picture.
Holly looked down at the phone and smiled. "Your picture looks good. Let's send it to your mother along with a message that you won't be coming home tonight after all." She punched a button on the phone, I guess sending the message.
Mom was going to have a heart attack when she saw it. I was an only child, and she'd always been a little overprotective, especially after Dad died. I wondered what this woman wanted. Was she a complete psycho, just wanting to torment us?
I figured Mom would be calling back pretty quickly after receiving the message, probably hoping it was some kind of prank, and I was right. It wasn't a minute later the phone rang. Holly smiled. "It's your mother, calling to check on her baby boy." She answered the phone. She was standing a few feet away and I could hear my mom's frantic voice on the other end, although I couldn't make out the words.
Holly let her scream into the phone for a few seconds before she calmly responded., "Hello Diane."
Diane? How did she know my mom's name? It was just listed on my phone as "Mom."
Holly continued, "Yes, I know who you are. You know who I am too. It's Angela."
Angela? I guess she'd used a fake name with me. I could barely hear Mom in the background. Holly/Angela continued. "Good, you do remember me. I guess you see your past you've been running from all these years has finally caught up with you. You know what I'm after." After a brief pause where I assume Mom was talking Holly/Angela continued. "You've got a good memory after all these years. I'm glad to see you still remember."
She turned to me. "I take it you saw your precious son and got my message. I figure you can guess why I grabbed him. Give it to me, and I'll give you back your son. If you don't, you'll never see him again. It's that simple."
I could hear Mom screaming really frantically into the phone now. I started squirming around and mumbling into the tape trying to talk to her but I couldn't get the words out. "You want to talk to your son?" Holly/Angela said. "Well, it looks like he wants to talk to you too." She walked over to me. "Say hello to your mother" she said. She ripped the tape off my mouth. It stung a little. She held the phone up to my head.
"Kyle? Kyle?" I could hear Mom's voice in the background. She sounded kind of hysterical and also like she was crying.
"Mom, it's me. I'm okay. I'm mmmm." Holly pressed the tape back over my mouth. "That's enough" she said.
She walked away from me. "I don't think you'd dare get the police involved in this matter, but if you do, you know I'll kill him without a moment's hesitation. I don't want to do it, but I won't hesitate. Give me what I want and you can have him back. I'll give you until midnight tomorrow. I'll call you back in the morning with more instructions."
She hung up the phone. I stared up at her, dumbfounded by everything that had just happened.
"I guess I kind of told you a lie about my name. Sorry. It really is Angela" she said. "I told you that in case something went wrong there at least my real name wouldn't be connected to it."
Angela walked over to the doorway of the small room I was in. She stopped and turned to me. "I'm going to make myself a late dinner. Maybe I'll even bring you a snack.. Then we'll get ready to go to bed." She opened the door, walked out, and closed it. I heard a few locks being done on the other side. Then there was silence.
I just sat there, not knowing what to think. All kinds of questions were running through my head. Who was this woman, Angela, really? How did she and Mom know each other? What was it Angela really wanted, something that was obvious enough Mom knew with only a little bit of discussion? What was in Mom's past that was coming back to haunt her?
And perhaps most importantly, what did she plan on doing with me?

### Re: Settling an Old Score

Post by Mr. E » Fri Feb 20, 2009 12:10 pm

Intriguing story, even without the tie up(s).

### Re: Settling an Old Score

Post by Kyle » Thu Feb 26, 2009 4:24 pm

It's taking me longer than I thought it would to write this. I have to say I'm gaining a new respect for professional writers now. It's probably going to be several more days before I get the next section up.
Part 3
Once Angela left the room, I started trying to free myself. Within a few minutes of me twisting and turning and writhing as much as I could, I knew I probably wasn't going to free my hands or upper body. I then tried to tilt the chair up so maybe I could slip the ropes off of my ankles and try to walk around to find myself something to untie myself with. The room was a small room that didn't have much of anything other than a bed and the chair I was tied to, but I thought it was worth a shot.
Unfortunately, I quickly realized it didn't matter if there was anything to cut myself loose with. The chair wouldn't budge. I threw my weight every which way I could, but the chair stayed put. Angela must have bolted it to the floor somehow. I just ended up wearing myself out after a few minutes. I then tried to reach the knots in the rope binding me to the chair, but I couldn't find them.
About a half-hour later I heard the locks on the door to the room I was in being unlocked. Angela stepped back into the room. She had a TV tray with her. She set the tray down in front of me and left the room again. A few seconds later she returned again, this time with a glass of what looked like tea and an apple. She set the apple and the tea on the tray.
"I'm going to let you have a little snack and a drink" she said. "This means I'm going to have to take the tape off. Remember, don't scream, or the tape is going back on and you won't eat again the rest of the time you spend with me. I'm also going to untie your arms and retie your hands in front of you so you can feed yourself. Don't try anything, I still have my knife, and I also have this." She pulled a silver pistol out of the backpack she'd left in the corner of the room. It was the first time I'd seen it.
"Do you understand me?" she said rather sternly. I nodded. "That's good." She reached down and quickly ripped the tape from my mouth. It stung a little bit.
"Ouch" I said.
"Sorry" Angela replied without really sounding sincere. She went around behind me. I could feel her loosening the ropes around my arms. Seconds later she threw the rope down on the floor. Next I could feel her untying my wrists.
I thought about resisting when she had my hands untied, but she kept my feet tied, and I didn't know how far I'd get. Anyway, she kept a pretty tight grip on my right wrist once my hands were free and it would've been hard to do. She brought my hands in front of me, pressed my hands together, and tied my wrists together tightly.
"Do you have to tie them so tight?" I asked. "It hurts."
"I'm doing this to keep you from escaping" she replied. "I don't really care if it's comfortable or not. As long as I don't cut off your circulation, I'm not worried about it."
"What if you do cut off my circulation?" I asked.
"I won't. I know what I'm doing." Angela replied. She stepped back. "Okay, enough talking. Eat and drink, or I'll put the apple and tea away." She left the room and came back a few seconds later with a chair and sat down in it. While the door was open I noticed it looked like a kitchen right outside my room.
I picked up the glass of tea and took a drink. It was good iced tea. I had a little trouble with the apple with my hands tied together, but I managed it okay.
"Who are you? How do you know my mom?" I asked while eating. "How did you know I was coming along that road?"
"You ask a lot of questions" she said. "Let's just say your mother and I have a past. Her past isn't completely squeaky clean. As for how I knew you'd be coming down that road, I have my ways of knowing things." She smiled a little at this.
I finished eating the apple and took one last sip of tea. I put what was left of the apple back on the tray and the empty glass down. Angela got up and took them out of the room.
While she was gone I looked down at my wrists. Now that they were tied in front of me, I thought about trying to untie myself with my teeth. I raised my hands up to my mouth and started pulling on the knot. I hadn't loosened it far when Angela opened the door and returned.
"No. Stop that." she said, waving the gun in the air. I stopped immediately. "This is why I tie your hands behind you most of the time."
Angela went over to her backpack and pulled out what looked to be one of those sleeping masks some people wear. She pulled it down over my eyes. I could just barely see some light under it, but couldn't really see anything.
"I'm letting you go to the bathroom before you go to bed" she said. "This will require me untying you. The blindfold is to make sure you don't try anything funny. Remember, I have a gun and a knife. I will hurt you without a moment's hesitation if I have to. Then there's also this." Suddenly I felt a rope being tied loosely around my neck. There was a few inches of slack in it, so it wasn't choking me. "If you try to get away, I'll give you a sharp tug on this. It won't be comfortable."
I felt Angela untying my ankles, first my right, then my left. She grabbed my left arm and pulled me up. "Okay, let's go to the bathroom."
Angela held onto my arm and guided me out of my room. We made a right turn, went about 15 feet or so, then made a left. I made a mental note of this. I could see a little bit of light under my blindfold but nothing to really help me figure anything out.
"Okay we're at the bathroom" Angela said. "This is how it's going to work. I'm about to untie your hands. You will go into the bathroom. You can push the door to, but don't close it all the way. I still have you on your leash. You obviously have to take your blindfold off in there to do your business, but it better be on when you come back out. You'll come back out and I'm going to tie your hands again. Come out and cross your wrists behind your back. Is this clear?"
"Yes" I said.
"Yes, ma'am. You need to learn some manners" Angela said rather dryly. I felt the rope around my wrists loosening as she worked on the knot. It came off and she pushed me forward. "Go."
I went in and pushed the door to behind me. I took my blindfold off. I quickly looked around. There wasn't much of anything in there to help me out. It was pretty bare, just a sink, mirror, toilet, and shower. There wasn't anything I could use to try to escape.
I finished my business. I wasn't sure about fighting back just yet. I pulled my blindfold back over my eyes and pulled the door open. I took a couple of steps out and crossed my wrists behind me like Angela had told me to do. I felt her almost immediately start winding rope around them.
"Looks like you're finally learning to listen to me" she said. She finished winding the rope around my wrists and knotted it tightly. "Okay, back to your room for the night."
Angela held onto my right arm firmly as she led me back into my room. I heard the door shut and she pushed me onto the bed. I could hear some moving around. I tested my bonds, hoping she had lost some knot-tying ability this time. She hadn't. My hands were as tightly bound as they'd been before.
I felt Angela climb onto the bed next to me. I felt the rope around my wrists loosen again. Angela pressed her knee into my neck. "You'd better not fight me" she said. She got my wrists untied and pulled them up past my head. She sat on top of my chest to prevent me from fighting back as she started tying rope around my left wrist. She pulled the rope and tied it around the metal frame of the bed. Next she did the same to my right wrist. Angela then moved down to my feet and tied each of them to the bed frame as well.
Next I heard a sound like tape being pulled off a roll. Sure enough I felt sticky tape being pressed over my mouth again. This time though she wrapped it around the back of my head a few times. I was glad later that she avoided my hair while doing this.
"Okay" Angela said. "I know it's not the most comfortable way to sleep, but this is how you're spending the night tonight. Try not to choke behind that tape. I don't figure you have anything to choke on now. If by some miracle you manage to work the tape off, don't scream for help or I may make sure you stay quiet permanently. I'm locking the door so even if you do manage to untie yourself-which I seriously doubt you will- you can't escape. Don't think you're going anywhere."
I heard her gathering up some stuff. The door opened. I couldn't see it, but I guess she turned back to me. "I'll be back to check on you first thing in the morning and we can call your mother up and work out the details of her getting her precious baby back. Good night."
I heard a click and under the edge of my blindfold I could see the light was turned off. I heard the door shut and the locks being locked again.
Despite Angela's warning, I started trying to shout through my gag. It silenced me pretty well. I probably couldn't be heard outside the room. I tried to shout "Help" but it came out "Hmmmmmph." I spent probably about a couple of hours trying to thrash around and untie myself. Even if I couldn't get out of the room, it would be more comfortable. Why did she tie me up if I couldn't get out? I was starting to think she enjoyed making me uncomfortable.
It didn't matter though. None of the knots would give. I couldn't quite reach any of them either. Eventually I wore myself out. Exhausted, I finally fell asleep.

### Re: Settling an Old Score

Post by Kyle » Thu Mar 12, 2009 7:17 pm

Sorry, I'm way behind on finishing this up. It'll get done.
Part 4
"Rise and shine. It's time to get up."
Angela was standing over me. She had come in and lifted the sleep mask off from my eyes. I groggily responded with mumbles into the tape over my mouth. I hadn't slept very good, tied up and gagged the way I was.
Angela had changed clothes. She now was wearing a black tank top and jeans over leather high heeled boots rather than the tank top, jeans, and hiking boots she'd worn yesterday. I, of course, was still stuck in my red T-shirt, jeans, and tennis shoes.
"I'm making you breakfast" Angela said. "I'm going to untie your hands and then retie them. Remember, don't fight me because I can and will put a stop to it, and it could be painful." She climbed on the bed and planted her knees on each side of my chest, pinning me down with her body weight. She reached up and untied my left hand, then my right. She turned around and untied my right ankle only. Then she reached back up and grabbed my wrists and turned me over, pulling my arms behind me. She crossed my wrists and tied them as tightly as ever. Next she untied my left ankle and then pulled me off the bed to a standing position.
"Over to the chair again" she said. She sat me down in the chair and then retied me like she had done the night before, rope pinning my arms and chest to the chair and ankles tied to the chair legs. Then she left the room, making sure to close and lock the door behind her. I just sat there and didn't struggle.
Angela came back a few minutes later. She had the tray and a bowl of something on it and a glass of orange juice. She set the tray down and pulled the other chair she'd left in the corner over in front of me.
"You trying to untie your hands last night showed me I can't trust you to feed yourself. I'll have to do it for you." She sat down in the chair in front of me. "Now remember the deal. No screaming, or the tape goes back over your mouth and stays there the rest of the time you're here, and you don't get fed again. Clear?"
I nodded. Angela reached around behind me and started unwinding the tape from my face. I had a bit of facial hair growth and it pulled coming off. That didn't feel good. Finally she got it all off.
"Drink first" she said, holding up the glass of orange juice to me. I drank it eagerly. My throat was a little dry. She let me get a few good sips before pulling it away and putting it back on the tray.
Angela picked up the bowl and held it up as well as a spoon. "I made you grits. I never understood why you Southerners like this stuff so much." I didn't bother to tell her I wasn't a big fan of them, because I was afraid I wouldn't get anything else to eat, and I was kind of hungry. So I let her spoon-feed me the grits.
"I feel like I'm feeding a baby" she said after a few spoonfuls.
"If you untie my hands I could do it myself" I responded.
"No, your hands are fine where they are." She held up the glass of orange juice for me again. "Drink."
This went on until I was finished with both the grits and the juice. At one point I tried to ask her about herself again.
"How do you know my mom?"
"I told you, we have a history. That's all you need to know."
"You kidnap me and drag me off somewhere to force my mom to give up something that she doesn't even need an explanation to know what you're talking about, and you won't tell me any more?" I asked.
"No. Sorry. Your mother can tell you everything when you see her again, assuming she gives me what I want of course."
"So you'll let me go?" I asked.
"If she gives me what I want, yes. If she doesn't..." Angela trailed off. "You'd better just hope she gives it to me."
"What? What is it? What could be so important you come after her after all this time and kidnap her son-me- to try to get her to cooperate with you for?"
It was about this point that I finished my breakfast. Angela put the bowl and glass on the tray and moved it out of the way.
"You ask a lot of questions, you know that?" She stood up. "I'm glad I brought a lot of duct tape along. You really need to learn to stay quiet." She took the tray with the glass and bowl away. While she was gone I started struggling like crazy trying to get free. I wasn't getting anywhere when Angela came back into the room. She kind of smirked watching me futilely struggling to get loose.
"I'm good with knots. You can't get free" she said. She had the roll of duct tape in her hands again. I knew what that meant.
"Come on, don't tape my mouth shut again. It hurts coming off. I'll be quiet. I'll...mmmph." She stuffed some kind of cloth in my mouth and ripped off a strip of tape.
"Yes, you'll be quiet now, won't you?" She pressed a strip of tape over my mouth, sealing the cloth in. She put about 4 more strips over that one at different angles to keep it in place.
"I'll be back in a little while and we'll call your mother up and tell her what she has to do to get her baby boy back" Angela said, standing up. She left the room and locked the door again.
I spent the next hour or so trying to free myself, with no luck. Then Angela returned. She had my phone with her.
"Okay, time to make the call." She pressed a few buttons and held the phone up. "Hello again, Diane." There was a bit of a pause as I guess Mom was talking. Then Angela said, "Do you have it? Take a picture of it with the phone."
I guess Mom wanted to know if I was okay, because after another pause Angela said "Okay, you can see your baby boy." She held up the phone and aimed it at me. I heard it click as she took a picture. Several seconds later she was talking again.
"There, now you know he's okay. Now I want to see proof you have what I want." I guess Mom agreed because Angela looked at the phone.
"Thank you" Angela said. "Now I'll tell you what to do to see your son again." She looked at me and hesitated. I guess she didn't want me to hear what she was about to say, because she stepped outside the room and locked the door.
I started twisting around and trying to free myself again. Whoever taught this woman how to tie a knot was an expert. No matter what I did, I couldn't loosen anything.
A couple of minutes had passed when Angela came back into the room. "I think your mother is going to cooperate" she said. She walked up to me and put her hand on my face. "I really hope for your sake she does anyway. I really do."
Angela started to walk out of the room, but stopped and turned toward me. "Do you need to go to the bathroom?"
I nodded. It wasn't a lie, but I also had a plan in my head. "All right" she said. She untied me from the chair, but again left my hands tied and kept my gag on. I grunted a muffled protest as she pulled the sleep mask down over my eyes again. "Sorry" she said. "But I don't want you to see where you are."
Angela next tied a rope loosely around my neck again, like she had before. Then she grabbed my right arm and held it tightly and started pushing me toward the bathroom. Once during the walk I hesitated a little to see what she'd do. She gave the rope around my neck a little tug and I felt her knife back against the back of my neck. "Keep moving" she said sternly. I didn't hesitate any longer.
Finally we made it to the bathroom. She untied my hands, pushed me into the bathroom, and pulled the door to, leaving just enough space so the rope leash she'd made could run into the bathroom.
As soon as I had my blindfold off and started doing my business, I also started slowly untying the rope around my neck. For my plan to work she couldn't be able to jerk me around with it. I then started tying the rope around the shower rod.
Angela was starting to get impatient I guess. I'd taken quite a while. "Don't make me drag you out of there by your neck" she said. "I'll do it." A few seconds went by. I could tell from the way the rope was moving she was tugging on it lightly, I guess trying to coax me into moving faster. That was what I was hoping for. Of course, I wasn't moving since the rope was tied to the shower rod.
Apparently Angela noticed something felt odd. "Wait, what is going on?" The rope got very taut as she yanked hard on it I guess. Finally Angela herself pushed open the door. "What is going..."
This was what I was hoping for. I jumped up and threw all my weight into her, knocking her into the sink. Then I took off running for freedom.
At least, that was the plan. Unfortunately, it didn't quite go so well. Angela moved out of the way and grabbed my right wrist and slammed me hard against the wall just outside the bathroom. It hurt quite a bit. She then managed to flip me over and down on the floor, still holding my right wrist. I started to try to get up, but I felt the heel of her boot pressing down in the back of my neck.
"Give me your other hand" Angela said. I didn't move. "Do it or I'll press my heel down into the back of your neck. It won't be pretty." Still I didn't move. I felt the pressure on the back of my neck increase as she pressed more weight down. "This is your last chance" she said.
I couldn't take the pain anymore and definitely didn't want more. I gave her my other wrist. She quickly crossed my wrists and bound them tightly again. While she was tying them I looked around at what I saw. There wasn't a lot to see from where I was though. It looked like we were in some kind of cabin.
Angela finished tying my hands and jerked me up off the floor by my arm. That didn't feel good. She pushed me hard against the wall, my body painfully pinning my bound hands against the wall. Angela held the knife up against my throat. She had a very angry look on her face.
"If you try to escape again" she said, "I will take this knife and start cutting off your fingers with it." She pressed the knife so hard into my throat I thought she was going to draw blood. She didn't, but it definitely didn't feel good. I started mumbling crazily into the gag which I didn't have time to take off in the escape attempt, more than a little scared of this woman now.
"Good, you look scared" Angela said. "Maybe you'll finally behave then." She shoved me back into the bathroom, picked up the sleep mask from where I'd laid it down, and pulled it back over my eyes. Then she tied the rope around my neck to create the leash again, but made it tighter this time, almost tight enough to choke me a little. She led me back to my room again. This time she didn't tie me to the chair. Instead she threw me face-first onto the bed.
I mumbled into the gag up at her, wondering what was going on.
"Oh, I'm making you uncomfortable after your little escape attempt" Angela said as if she understood me. She untied the rope from around my neck and started tying my ankles together with it. She didn't stop there though. She took the leftover ends and pulled them up to the rope around my hands, looping them around my wrists and tying it off. My hands and feet were just inches apart in a tight hogtie.
I pulled against the ropes. It was pretty uncomfortable being tied like this.
"There, now maybe you'll learn not to try to escape. Luckily for you, you shouldn't be here past tonight anyway. Your mom has what I want, and if she cooperates you'll be free tonight."
I heard Angela's heels clicking against the wood as she started to walk away. She stopped at the door. "I'll be back to check up on you at lunch in a couple of hours. I may not give you anything to eat or drink after your little stunt. We'll see. In the meantime you can just lay there and try to free yourself. Hopefully it's uncomfortable enough to discourage you from trying anything else." With that she closed and locked the door, leaving me hogtied, gagged, blindfolded, and worried what this crazy woman was capable of, and also hopeful my mom could get me out of here.

### Re: Settling an Old Score

Post by stormchaser1 » Fri Mar 13, 2009 3:32 pm

Can't wait to hear more, this is a great story, it feels like i am in the story.

### Re: Settling an Old Score

Post by Kyle » Sun Mar 22, 2009 1:53 pm

Part 5
I spent the next 2 or 3 hours hogtied, blindfolded, and gagged on the bed, trying my best to get comfortable. It wasn't easy. I found out very fast I wasn't getting free of my bonds. I did manage to get the mask off from my eyes about an hour or so in, but I couldn't see anything useful to get free. My mouth was getting dry behind my gag. I was afraid the cloth in my mouth would choke me, but I managed to keep it from going down my throat. It and the duct tape over my mouth muffled my voice pretty well. I wasn't going to get anyone's attention.
Finally Angela returned. "I see you got the blindfold off" she said. "It's not a big deal when you're in here anyway." She walked over to the bed. I was very happy when she untied the rope that connected my hands and feet so I could stretch out a little bit.
I noticed Angela had a bottle of water with her. I was thirsty and hoped it was for me. I guess she noticed me staring at it. "Okay. I'll give you a sip. That's all you're getting though."
Angela reached down and grabbed a corner of the tape. She wasn't gentle at all, just ripped it right off. It hurt quite a bit. "Mmmmmm!" I yelled a little in pain, the cloth in my mouth still muffled me.
"Spit it out" Angela said. "I'm not touching it."
I spit out the wad of cloth. Angela put the bottle up to my lips. I got a few good gulps when she pulled it away. She reached behind her and grabbed the roll of duct tape and started to pull it off the roll.
"Close your mouth" Angela said. I did so. She pressed the tape over my mouth and started wrapping it around my head. She wrapped it around 7 or 8 times and ripped it off the roll.
"I'll be back in a little while" she said. "It won't be too much longer before we'll see if your mom has done what I've told her and you'll get to go home." She walked out of the room, shutting and locking the door again.
I laid there for several minutes, glad she didn't hogtie me again. My hands and feet were still bound though. After a while I realized she didn't blindfold me. I looked around hoping that maybe this time she'd left something I could cut myself loose with. Other than the bed and the chair I had previously been bound to, there was nothing in the room. There definitely wasn't anything to free myself with.
I slid my legs down so my feet were on the floor. I hopped over to the door. It took a couple of minutes as I was afraid of falling over. But I managed to make it without losing my balance. I tried turning the handle and opening the door. It wouldn't open. Angela had locked me in somehow. I couldn't escape. I hopped back over to the bed. Then I realized I couldn't get back up there very easily. While trying to jump back up there I suddenly lost my balance and fell over. With my hands tied behind me I couldn't break the fall and landed hard on my side. "Mmmmm!" I shouted in pain behind the tape. It hurt quite a bit. I guessed I was stuck on the floor now.
I ended up laying there for a few more hours before Angela came back. She had her backpack with her.
"I see you've been moving around trying to get loose" she said. "Well, you don't have to worry about that much longer. I just spoke to your mother. She's on her way to get you. She should be here before long, assuming she can follow my directions. You'll be able to go home-if she has what I want. If not..." she trailed off. I didn't want to think about what would happen if she didn't.
Angela went to the backpack and pulled out something that looked like a vest. It had several straps on it. She laid it down on the bed. Angela then bent down and untied my ankles and pulled me to a standing position. She pushed me down into the chair, pulling my bound hands behind the chair. She then took some rope and tied it around my waist, then some more around my chest and arms. Then she tied my ankles to the chair legs.
"Okay now you shouldn't be going anywhere and ruining our reunion." She then grabbed the vest off the bed. She put it over my body and started putting the straps all around me. There were several of them, going over my shoulders and around my waist. It took her a few minutes to hook it all together. She finished and stepped back. I guess she noticed the puzzled look in my eyes. "You'll find out what this is soon enough" she said.
Angela pulled my cell phone out of the pocket of her jeans and hit a few buttons. "Hello Diane" she said. "Where are you at?" After a brief pause when I assumed my mom was answering she said "Oh good. You're almost here. I assume you have what I asked for?" Another pause. "Good. Then you can give it to me, get your son, and take him off my hands. Goodbye." She hung up the phone and threw it down on the bed.
"Your mom should be here in about 10 minutes based on my estimate on where she's at now. I guess you can have your phone back when I'm gone. I have my own."
Angela sat down on the bed. She had her knife in a sheath on one hip and her gun in a holster on her other hip. She pulled out a cell phone from her other pocket. This one wasn't mine. It was the other one she was talking about I guess. She dialed a number. "Hey. Are you ready? She's going to be here soon. Good. I'll see you in a little while." Angela hung up the phone.
She stopped and looked at me. "I bet you're wondering how I planned all this. Well, let's just say I've watched you long enough to know you'd be going down that road yesterday. I figured acting like I was a helpless woman with a broken down car would get you to help me. I was right."
We were sitting there for about 5 minutes when a sound like a car pulling up was heard outside. Angela jumped up and ran out of the room. She came back a few seconds later. "Well it looks like your mother is here." I was glad to hear it.
Angela walked over to me and fiddled with the vest strapped to me. I could see something light up on it. I didn't know what was happening, but this didn't look good.
Angela walked behind me as we heard footsteps. "Kyle? Angela?" It was my mom's voice.
"Mmmm!" I shouted as loud as I could into the duct tape, trying to get her attention. Angela put her hand over the tape where my mouth was. "We're in here, Diane" she said. I could feel the cold steel of Angela's knife against my neck.
A few seconds later my mom pushed open the door to the room. "Kyle!" she said.
I tried to say "Mom" into the tape, but it just came out as "Mmm." She looked up and saw Angela behind me. "Let him go, Angela. Please."
"Hello Diane. It's been a long time." Angela said. "You still look fairly similar to how you used to look in the old days. You've taken care of yourself well."
"Angela, just give me my son back and let us go. I've got what you want." Mom said.
"Really? Let's see it. Put it on the bed."
Mom was holding a bag. She went and put it on the bed. Angela stepped away from me.
"Now don't try anything stupid, Diane" Angela said. "I can kill you and your son in a hurry." She pulled out her gun and waved it at Mom. "Sit down on the floor over there."
Mom walked over to the corner and sat on the floor. Angela sat on the bed and opened the bag and glanced inside. Whatever it was she was satisfied.
"Thank you Diane. You know if you'd let me have this 20 years ago like you should've we wouldn't be here doing this today."
"Just let him go, Angela. You've got what you want."
"Yes I do. And I'll keep my end of the deal." Angela stood up and picked her backpack off the floor, still pointing the gun at Mom. She put the bag in the backpack. Suddenly a car horn honked outside.
"There's my ride" Angela said. "Right on time. Now here's the fun part. I wanted to make sure you wouldn't follow me and try to take this back. So I put this little beauty on your son." She walked over to me and tapped the vest with her finger.
Mom gasped. "Angela...is that what I think it is?"
"Yes it is. It's a bomb." At this point I mumbled into the gag a little. I didn't like the idea of having a bomb strapped to me.
"Angela, you know I can't take that off!" Mom sounded frantic. "It'll blow up! You're going to kill us both, aren't you?!"
"Hold on. If I really wanted to kill you I'd just shoot you." She reached into her back pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. She tossed it at Mom. "I've left you instructions on how to disarm the bomb. But be careful. You're going to need a steady hand." She patted me on the cheek. "Bye kid. It's been fun." She laughed a little and picked up the backpack. "I guess this is goodbye for good, Diane." She walked out.
Mom jumped up and ran over to me. "Kyle!" she said. "Are you all right?" She had tears in her eyes.
I nodded.
"If you don't mind I'd like to get this disarmed as fast as possible before I start untying anything or removing the tape" she said. I nodded.
"Okay" Mom said, wiping the tears away and unfolding the paper. "Let's see how to disarm this thing." She spent several seconds reading the paper before throwing it down on the floor. She reached up and hit a button on the vest. Suddenly the light on the vest turned off.
"It's a fake" Mom said. "She was just holding us here to keep me from trying to follow her." She breathed a sigh of relief. She started pulling at the straps on the vest. After a couple of minutes she had it off of me.
Mom reached up for the tape over my mouth. "Okay, this is going to hurt a little, honey." She started pulling at the end of the tape and unwrapping it from around my head. At first it was no problem, but as she got to the last layers it started to pull against my skin. I mumbled in pain.
"Sorry. I'm doing this as easy as I can, honey." Finally she got the last layer off.
"Thanks Mom" I said. She moved around behind me to untie me from the chair. She used a knife to cut the rope binding my chest and arms to the chair, then the one around my waist.
"Don't worry, honey, I'll get you out of here and we can go home in no time." She cut the rope around my wrists, then moved to my front and cut my ankles free.
As soon as I was free she grabbed me and gave me a big hug. "Honey, I'm so sorry." She was starting to cry now. "I made some bad mistakes in the past and they came back and you paid for one of them."
"Mom, don't worry about it. But where are we?"
Mom stopped and wiped away the tears. "We're just outside of Mobile."
"Mobile?" I asked. We'd headed south after Angela kidnapped me then.
"Yes" she said. She stopped. "Can you drive? You're going to have to get your car back home since I drove my car here and I can't drive both. Do you have your keys anyway?"
I picked up my cell phone from where Angela had left it and inspected it. "I don't know" I said. We walked out of the room. For the first time I got a good look at the building I'd been held hostage in. It looked to be a small cabin. There were a couple of bedrooms, a kitchen, a bathroom, and maybe one other room. As we walked out I saw some keys laying on the kitchen table. They were mine. I grabbed them from the table.
"Okay good" Mom said. "Do you feel all right now or do you need to wait a little while? She had you tied up pretty tight."
"I'm fine" I said. "I just want to go home."
"Yes, let's get out of here" Mom said. We walked out the door. I could see her car and my car sitting outside. It was a pretty heavily wooded area. The late afternoon sun beat down very hot.
I stopped outside my car. "Mom, who is Angela, and how does she know you?"
Mom stopped. "I don't know if you need to know that Kyle."
"Mom this woman kidnapped me because of it. I think I have a right to know."
"Honey, let's just go on home" she said. "Maybe I'll tell you when we get home." She climbed into her car before I could say anything else.
I had no choice but to climb into my own car. I started the engine and followed Mom down the little gravel road that led up to the cabin, all kinds of questions going through my head. I wondered if I'd ever get the answers to those questions.

### Re: Settling an Old Score

Post by Kyle » Sun Mar 22, 2009 2:04 pm

Epilogue
Mom finally told me about hers and Angela's past when we got home. They met in college in Texas. They had both robbed a man when they were about 20 and stolen a few very, very. Mom had cheated Angela out of a very expensive diamond, one of the largest in the world, and left her with nothing. Angela was apparently mad and had searched for Mom for years. She'd held me for ransom of the diamond she wanted so bad.
Mom told me Angela had spent some time in the military and she'd probably kept up some training, which explained how she was able to easily subdue me when I tried to escape. I also found out she was about 40 by now, just a couple of years younger than Mom. She was older than I'd thought. That explained how they knew each other.
We never saw Angela again. We never found out what happened to her, or the diamond.
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Well that's my first fictional story here. I hope everyone enjoyed it, or at least most people did. I'm not William Faulkner or anything but hopefully it was at least entertaining. I noticed some people seemed to like it as I was writing it.
I noticed I had at least one plot hole. I had a truck at first and it changed to a car. That was a change I made at the last minute while editing part 1. I originally planned to drive a truck but the way my story turned out a car made more sense. I changed that in the first part.
That was a lot more work than I though it would be. It came, strangely enough, partly from a dream I had, partly from watching too many TV shows with similar plotlines. I actually thought of making it a girl who was kidnapped to force her single dad to give up something he'd stolen with another man (who would be the kidnapper), but I thought it might be more interesting to make it a woman kidnapper.
I don't want to go into too much detail about where I live, but it's not south Alabama. I chose that setting somewhat at random.

### Re: Settling an Old Score

Post by Mr. E » Sun Mar 22, 2009 5:57 pm

Great story! The most entertaining story on this board for MONTHS! I mean that quite literally. I genuinely wanted to know what happened next. The only thing I didn't like was the last line of the epilogue because it rules out possibilities of a sequel.

### Re: Settling an Old Score

Post by HarryB » Wed May 13, 2009 1:45 pm

Hey! Anyone with kyle's writing skill and ability doesn't need to do a cheap sequel; I am sure he can just write another brill storey anytime he wants!
Thanks Kyle!
Great tale!
THE ROXAS THAT I KNEW IS LONG GONE

### Re: Settling an Old Score

Post by Kyle » Sat May 23, 2009 12:40 pm

Thanks for the comments. I've thought about writing another story but I hit a major roadblock on the one I was working on. Writing this one took a lot more effort than I thought it would. I've got a few other ideas for stories but this one kind of came to me all of a sudden and just started to come together by itself. None of the others are like that. I have to say this site is kind of low on my list of priorities too, so I don't often sit around thinking about this stuff.
I'd like to have some more stories to write on the true stories section, but oh well, you can't force those to happen.
I kind of like the Angela character I created though. Maybe I will bring her back for another story.