You are mine
I see you walking down the street after school in your make-up, dress, high heels, and nylon socks. I notice that you are swinging your arms to your sides. I observe that you seem to be proud and in high spirit, but I intend to shatter it. I follow you in a safe distance so you do not notice me. I am wearing a camouflaged jacket, complete with my Air Nike Shoes, ankle bracelet, wristbands, an undershirt, and my bizarre scientific hat. You are turning a corner down into an alleyway, so I pounce. I grab you as you are sitting down, and drag you to the ground. You struggle as I attempt to tie you up. I grab your hands and force them behind your back, but you manage to break free and make a run for freedom, but you do not realize that I am a sprinter, as I catch up with you, and this time, I use wrestling moves like the leg lock, and sleeper hold. You collapse with exhaustion, and I pull your hands behind your back, and you let out a loud scream. I tie your hands behind your back with rope, and press your hands to the ground. You beg for me to stop, but I use that as a method to tie your ankles together. I tie your ankles to your wrists and formulate a strict hogtie. Finally, I stuff a rag into your mouth, before blindfolding you. I let you comprehend what is happening to you, as you awake, but your voice is barricaded by my perfect gag.
To be Continued