Part 1
Slowly waking up, I find myself in my familiar bedroom, lying on my soft, warm bed. I'm not fully awake yet, so I lie still. It's still pretty dark, so I turn and look at the clock on my bedside table. It reads 4:56 a.m. Why'd I wake up so early? It's Saturday morning, I didn't need to get up for anything. I scan the dark room quickly, trying not to think too much so I could fall back asleep. I try to to roll over to get more comfortable, but to my surprise I encounter some resistance form my left arm and leg. I jolt awake, finally feeling the restraints around outstretched legs and arms. I let a soft whimper, may cat ears flattening back against my dark brown hair. As much as I want to call for help, I don't. Nobody else lived here, and whoever it was who tied me could still be around, so I stay quiet. As time passes, nothing happens. There is a dreadful quiet ad I stay still, wide awake in the night.
Suddenly I hear a noise, my ears perk up, it was the sound of a car door shutting. I struggle frantically, pulling at the ropes around my wrists and ankles. There are foot steps, coming closer to my door. They open my front door, and I hear them carrying something. Something like a cloth bag, an can hear it rub against their clothing. They turn, now facing my bedroom door, and they open it. Light pours into my room, and there is a female figure standing there in the middle of the bright doorway. She quickly approaches me, setting the bag beside my bed and opening it. She pulls out a scarf, and ties it tightly over my eyes and behind my head. Then my mouth is filled with a large cloth, pressed in by another scarf tied around my head. She tightens it, holding the cloth tightly into my mouth. She instructs me to push my lips together, so I do, and she wraps some kind of tape tightly around my firmly gagged mouth. Soon she stops, and steps back. Then she moves over to my legs, untying my ankles, then pauses and runs her hand up my long, skinny legs, stopping mid-thigh. I shiver lightly, and she returns to her bag, tightening strong leather straps around my ankles, thighs, and above and below my knees. They're very tight, digging into my skin as she moves back up, untying my wrists. She flips me onto my stomach, cuffing my wrists behind me, and tightening another leather strap below my elbows tightly. She picks me up and forces me into the bag with all of her equipment, zipping it up and carrying me. She left a small opening in the zipper, so I could breath, ad she carries me out to the car, putting me in her back seat.