A car-ride

Postby lasse672000 » Thu Jun 02, 2011 6:32 am

He woke her up in the middle of the night, which he knew she hated. To make matters worse, he did it by tying her hands together in front of her.
Still drowsy, she wondered what in the whole, wide world, was going on. Before she had the chance to ask him what he thought he was doing, he shoved a sock in her mouth, and wrapped a pair of her own tights around her head, to hold it in place. He tied her knees together, put a pair of socks on her feet and yanked her from the bed. He cruelly pushed her out of the bedroom, out of the house and in to their car. As it was summer, she only wore a pair of pyjama pants and a matching t-shirt, as did he. When they got to the car, he opened the door on the front-passenger side and pushed her in the seat. He wrapped a torn-up bed-sheet around her head, finishing the whole thing off, at the same time hiding the knots, by applying generous amounts of tape around her head, hands and knees.

By now, she was wide awake, and scared to death. She had never seen him acting like this before! What was going on? What was he doing? Why had he treated her like this? Where were they going? What was going to happen, when they got there? These questions; and many more, chased around inside her head, like a cat, chasing its own tail. He got in the drivers’ seat, slammed the door shut, and they drove off. He still hadn’t said a word. Eventually, they stopped. He opened the door, yanked her to her feet, and pushed her inside a largish house, judging by the echoes their feet made walking on the floor.

Suddenly, he flung her over his shoulder, like some kind of fire fighter, and carried her down some steps. There, she could tell he carried her into a small room, because the echoing around them suddenly stopped. He put her on her feet again, pushing her on to what felt like a wooden bench. She screeched as loud as she could, when her bottom made hard contact with it. He lifted her hands up over her head, as far as they reached, and she could hear them being connected to a chain on the wall. Then he wrapped another, quite heavy, chain around her waist, making it impossible for her to stand up, or to relieve the strain on her shoulders. Then, but only then, he cut off the gag, but not the blindfold.

“What would you say, dear wife of mine, if I told you I was going to leave you here, like this, for a couple of days?” he softly whispered in her ear.

She smiled and said:” I’d ask ‘Not for too long, I hope?’”
She could hear the smile in his voice as he said: “To that, my only reply would be: ‘No. Not for too long.’”
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