I raised my head once again, face to face with Grace. She had a look on her face that just showed how serious she was when we said she was bound to tie me up. My arms are tied tightly down and I couldn't imagine breaking free, and with an apple pushed tightly into my mouth, not only was my jaw sore, but I couldn't spit it out.
“I hope you're comfortable, cause I will be gone for a while, you know, the auction and all.” Grace said, barely containing her laughter. She then ties one last scarf across my chest, which pushed my boobs down and caused even more discomfort.
Grace leaves the room, shutting the door as she whispers back, “I'll be back, shortly, before I leave for good.” The door shutting was the last sound I heard until a single rip awakening my strength. It was only the scarf around my chest that was ripping, but it gave me an idea.
I gathering myself, mentally and physically, and put all my strength into my right arm. I tugged upwards, with all the strength I have in my body. The scarf begun to rip, but it was not quite enough. This first attempt had left deep marks in my wrist from the force the scarves cut into my wrists with.
Another idea emerged. I prepared to twist my entire body to rip the scarves much more laterally in order to rip the scarves. As soon as I twisted the opposite direction, I heard footsteps coming from a short distance beyond the door, and that itself gave enough motivation to rip the scarves binding my right arm to the chair.
After my right arm was free, I began to release my left arm, followed by the chest tie. I was finally free, and I formulated revenge. It was already too late for me to make it to the auction, so I'll make sure Grace doesn't either.
The drawers in the room were filled with all types of odd clothing, but I found a few clothing items that fit my need exactly, an onyx black garter belt and a black pair of stockings. The next step required a fake gun, and I pulled the spray painted black cap gun that I used for intimidation out of my purse and was now prepared to catch her off guard.
The footsteps now grew louder, and I did not have the time to remove the apple from my mouth, because the door had opened and I had to pounce when I had the chance. In one swift movement, I had closed the door, gotten behind Grace, and had the tip of the gun touching the back of her neck.
“Cordelia, how…how did you get out? You won’t stay free for long, especially with Emma coming around later.”
After removing the apple now that I have the chance, I replied, “it doesn't matter, cause I'm not going back to being tied up, you are. But first, you're going to strip down and put on those stockings and the garter belt I have laid out for you, then we'll talk.”
To be continued...