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Apparently, getting down to business did not mean I had to do much except sit there, bound and gagged. I felt something placed on my lap, and then, heard the couple moving about in the room, though I could not tell what exactly they were doing. Moments later, I heard the sound of a camera snapping. Ironically, even as I was a hostage bound to a chair, with my life potentially in danger, the very thought of a picture being taken of me like this caused some embarrassment. I would see the picture weeks later. Sitting there in the golf shirt and jeans, hair messed up, looking more scared than I remembered being. The day's newspaper on my lap, the ropes wrapped tightly around my chest, pinning me to the chair. The tight cleave gag, biting into the sides of my mouth with the cloth stuffing causing my cheeks to bulge, keeping me silent. The black scarf wrapped tightly over my eyes. My feet bound in rope, and lashed to the lower rung of the chair. I had trouble recognizing myself, which was a relief! I could see the tarp they had put up on the wall behind me, and the edge of the bed in the room. Ironic, that for all the time I spent there, I had first seen it in a photograph weeks later.
After the picture had been taken, I was left to my own devices. The ropes binding my hands were rather inescapable. They held onto my wrists snugly, and resisted my attempts to struggle free, but did not tighten further. Whoever this lady was, she was an expert with ropes. My legs were similarly bound. I could not work my gag out, no matter how I try, and the blindfold effectively kept me in the dark. I could not even move the chair. They had it bolted down to the floor. So, there I was, bound and gagged, blindfolded and alone. And worse yet, I was hungry!
Let me tell you. Being tied up can be very boring. I don't know how long I was left like that, but in those hours I lost track of time completely. I was given over to my only sense left. Sounds. And, I could not hear much. No passing vehicles outside. Only the occasional muffled voice or footstep from upstairs. They must have done something to help soundproof the room. She did say they were professionals. I doubted I was the first person held captive in this room. So, I was left to my thoughts, and the anxiety of being held hostage. Would they let me go? How long would I be held? Would they hurt me, or worse, what if the ransom wasn't paid? How much were they demanding? Is there a way to escape that I had missed? During it all, I must have finally dozed off, as I was startled when the door to the room opened.
"Hey darlin'. Having fun yet?" The woman spoke, teasingly. How I hated her!
"Mmph!" Came my reply. I was thirsty. I was hungry. I was sore. I was certainly not in the mood.
"Oooh. I'll take that as a yes. But, you better calm down if you wanna eat something." At her words, I ceased by struggles and mmphing. I was famished. I did not know what time it was, but, I had not eaten all day.
"That's a good boy. Now, I'm gonna take your gag out. Promise to stay quiet?" I eagerly promised. The gag was then removed, and, a glass of water was lifted to my lips. I drank, gratefully. Before I could ask any questions, a sandwich was lifted to my lips. Thus I was fed by her and I had the feeling it was something she was enjoying immensely. Following that, I was finally untied, and allowed a ten minute restroom break. How I dreaded the end of that ten minutes. For, I would once again be blindfolded, and, undoubtedly tied up. As before, I had to place the blindfold on my head before knocking on the door of the bathroom, signaling was done. Again, I was led back to my room.
"Since you've been a good boy, we decided to let you sleep in a bed tonight. However, I'm still going to tie you up." I was unsurprised.
"Lay down on your back, and put your hands together over your head." She instructed, and, I complied. Again, my hands were bound snugly, tied together and then to one of the rungs on the bedframe above my head. My feet were bound together tightly, and, tied off to the bedframe as well.
"Open up." She teased. I knew what was coming, and still tried to protest.
"Please don..mmph!" She stuffed a cloth in my mouth, and then lifted my head, wrapping that scarf around it again. Effectively binding and silencing me. Out of some small mercy, she placed a pillow under my head. I felt her hands on my chest, teasingly, before the door opened. They were quickly withdrawn. It was the male.
"Good news, and bad news."
My heart sank at his words.
Bad news?"Mmph mmf?"