But They Asked Me To!
It was the Spring half term and I was sat on the sofa watching TV. My 12 year old brother Shea was playing with our cousins Amy and Izzy upstairs. My 2 cousins had come to stay the week, Izzy was 13 years old and Amy was 11.
I looked out of the window and it was raining heavily; I had been hoping to go to my friend’s but my parents insisted I stayed in to keep an eye on my younger family members while they were away until late. Then, my moment of salvation came when my brother Shea came down “Reddwarf123, please could you tie us up for a game? We’ve gathered everything together”. With the prospect of my plans still going ahead, I agreed, telling Shea to make sure they had all gone to the toilet and weren’t thirsty or hungry.
I entered Shea’s room to find an arsenal of gear at my disposal, at a glance I saw half a dozen rolls of tape, 4 rolls of bandage, a pair of handcuffs (God only knows where a group of preteens got hold of them), a pile of rope, a few pairs of tights, some bright yellow football (soccer) socks, 3 rolls of cling film (saran wrap) and a pile of belts. “Where on earth did you find all of this?” I inquired.
“We brought most of it with us” replied Izzy.
I set about my work on Shea first. Shea was the average height for a 12 year old, he had ginger hair that he spiked into a low mohawk. I grabbed a pair of tights and made him insert one hand into a tight, pulling it up to his upper arm so it left a bit at his hands trailing. I secured the tights to each arm by wrapping duct tape around his elbows and his upper arms. I pulled his arms across his chest in a hugging motion and then pulled them together at the back. Then using a bit of strength I tied the loose ends of the tights together tightly to make sure they didn’t come undone, thus making a makeshift straight jacket. I grabbed the tape and wrapped it around both of his arms in front of him to stop him from lifting his arms over his head. I decided to tie his legs together with duct tape, wrapping it around his ankles several time before doing the same above and below his knees. Then, starting at his toes I wrapped cling film around his legs, working my way up to his chest and stopping at his neck before going up and down another 3 times, cocooning him in plastic. Not content there, I ripped a strip of medical tape off and stuck it over his mouth. I then placed strips over his mouth, under his mouth and under his chin until he was unable to make nothing more than a faint “mpphhing” sound through his white tape muzzle. I then wrapped a roll of bandage tightly around his eyes, plunging him into darkness.
Satisfied with my work, I moved to my youngest cousin Amy, she was a little smaller than Shea and had long flowing blond hair that stopped at her shoulders. I grabbed 2 lengths of rope and snugly tied each one around a different wrist before tying them to opposite corners of the headboard. I then did the same for her legs, leaving her tied spread-eagle to the bed with some slack in the ropes for comfort, but not enough to escape from. “Are they too tight?” I asked.
Amy only shook her head in response while testing her bonds. I then gagged her in a similar way to Shea with medical tape and tied the yellow football socks around her eyes, limiting what she could see.
Izzy had blond hair like her sister, she was as tall as me despite being 2 years younger. I told her to sit in the office chair ( I think the proper term is operator chair) in front of the computer. I then bound her ankles together with a soft cloth belt and covered from her lap to her knees with duct tape, pinning her to the seat of the chair. I grabbed the handcuffs and clicked her hands into them behind the back of the chair before tying a rope from the handcuffs under the chair to her ankle bonds where I pulled the rope taught to suspend her legs, but not so tight that it caused any physical pain to her. I repeated the gag procedure and wrapped another bandage around her head to act as a blindfold.
I took a step a step back to admire my work. I saw Shea rolling on the floor against his makeshift straightjacket, Amy tugging on her wrist bonds and Izzy struggling against the duct tape, all of this to the soundtrack of soft grunts and “mmpphs”. Confident they would not escape I announced “Right ladies, you have 3 hours to escape. I’ll be downstairs don’t worry, I’ll let you out after the time is up”.
After this, I grabbed my jacket and departed for my friends safe in the knowledge that my younger family would not escape and therefore, were safe and don’t need my supervision.
I spent 3 hours with my friends and came home on time, I entered through the door and my heart sank at what I saw….
I’ll leave it there for today. I know I’ve been a bit terrible at finishing stories as of late but this will get finished and I will do my best to post again tomorrow.