Captured by police

Postby black tape » Thu Sep 02, 2010 1:58 am

It was a wonderful summer morning, when I witnessed a car crash. I went to the police station to report it. I walked through the doorway and walked up to the reception. I said "Excuse me sir, I was walking down the street and a car crashed right in front of me" I paused, seeing the police man staring at me suspiciously. I continued "The man who got out had a sack that was from the back, he was wearing a cop hat". The man glanced around. No one was there, he pulled me over the counter. "Well, little boy, you're not going anywhere!"

I started to yell, when he covered my mouth. Running to the storeroom, he thrust me onto a chair. I ran for the door, but it was locked. I looked around, the man was approaching me with a roll of tape. I frantically jiggled the doorknob, BUT TO LATE!!!! He pulled my wrists back and taped them, crossing the tape through my arms. He had placed my hands in a X making it impossible to free my hands. I desperately yelled for help, when he placed tape over my mouth. "Mmmmphh!" I couldn't make a sound. He dragged me to the chair, sat me down, then started to wrap the tape around my legs on the legs of the chair. He moved on to tie my hands to the back of the chair. I couldn't move, he then got the tape and wrapped more around my mouth, silencing me to a small whimper. "Mmmmphhh!"

"Alright then, that takes care of that." He dragged the chair into a corner, it scaped on the ground. I was placed behind a cupboard. He left me alone. I was helpless, I had to escape!

The sun streamed in, and I was boiling! The door creaked . . . Who was it? Oh no! He returned, with a friend. "Hey Fred, he saw you". I was doomed!

They grabbed me, pulling the chair of the ground. "We got to eliminate him, but lets have some fun first!" They pulled the tape off my legs, then my hands, he got the tape out again. They set me against a post, then they handcuff me to the pole. The tape was wound around my hands, my legs were pulled into a cross legged position. The tape was wound around my feet and legs. My gag was torn off and I was given some bread and water. Then the gag was back on, expect they put a cloth in my mouth. The tape was layered four times. "Mmmmphh!" " I wonder what he's trying to say, George?" "He's so helpless and cute, lets keep him for a couple of days!" "Mmmmmphhhh!" I cried desperately, but they left, locking the door behind them.

Hours later I was awokened to the door opening. A police woman had come in, seeing me she came over and tore the gag off. "Thank you soooo much" I cried, spitting the gag out. Then the men came in, seeing the cop, they shut the door. They grabbed her and the roll of tape. They tied her to the chair, in the same way I was bound.
WHAT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN?

Re: Captured by police

Postby Jay Feely » Thu Sep 02, 2010 5:03 am

Nice start and full of details to begin with. The only thing is, what is your age in the story?
You will have to subdue me to restrain me. I been a bad boy so make sure you torture me too with anything but pain.

Re: Captured by police

Postby kidnapplz » Thu Sep 02, 2010 1:58 pm

love it plz contuie

Re: Captured by police

Postby black tape » Sat Sep 04, 2010 6:30 pm

The men left. I had to get out, but what could I do? The police woman had managed to get the tape off her mouth. "Are you alright?" she asked. "It's Saturday if you want to know" I had been here for a day and a half! "I'm Jone Sill, and whats you name and age?" I managed to scape in the dust "14 Will Stan".We sat in silence, until the men came in again. Seeing Jone had got the tape off they retaped it and put more tape on her mouth.

They turned to me. "Let's retie him in another way, shall we?"They tore off the tape on my hands and uncuffed me then dragged me to a shelf. The tape was wound around a shelf support, and around my hands. They taped my feet to the support as well. They also wrapped my waist to the support. Then they got a duster and pulled up my shirt. Brushing the duster along my stomach, they enjoyed my squirming, I laughed into my gag, the noise muffled by the gag. I cried. Jone looked pitfully at me. The men looked at her, "We'll get you later." They left, and I struggled against my bonds, they came back and gave us a bit of food and water. We drank and ate what we were given. My parents would be looking for me.

They left and we tried to get free,thanks to their sloppy tape, I got my hands free, then my feet and torso. I tore the gag off, and ran to Jone, untying her and ungagging her from the chair. We knew the door was locked, and the window was behind a shelf way to heavy to move. We devised a plan, to attack and tie the men when they came in next.

Hours later they returned. We pounced and they jumped in shock. Jone tied then gagged one of them. The other man had thrown me off easily, I whammed into a shelf. He grabbed the tape from me and tied me to a post. he then gagged me, Jone crept up behind him and hit him on the head. He fell to the ground. Jone untied me and as she tore my gag off, the man rose and tackled her. They wrestled on the floor, trying to get to the tape. I was watching so intensly that I didn't think of watching the other man. I suddenly was grabbed with a knife at my neck. "You, lady, if you don't want him to die, you do as I say." Jone stopped, and the man said "go to that chair and sit on it" She did as she was told. The other man took the tape and cuffed her to the chair. Then wrapped her hands in tape. He then spread her legs to the chair legs, tying them up. He gagged her with a cloth and 6 layers of tape. "Mmmmphhh!" She cried. I looked at her with shame in my eyes.

It was my turn to be tied. This time they tied me to a rafter. They gagged me with 5 layers of tape,"Mmmmph!" I cried in distress and agitation. Then they tied my hands together behind my back. They taped my feet together, one of them slung me over their shoulder. The other got a ladder and climbed up on it. I was passed to the man on the ladder. He then placed me on a beam, got the tape and wrapped the tape around my legs and the beam, around my waist and the beam, then my arms and the beam. If I moved I was in danger of falling to the ground. The men, satisfied with their handi work, left the room, with the familiar click of the lock. We had no chance of escaping.
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