Postby Chaos846 » Wed Oct 25, 2017 11:14 am
Part 5: In this part, ego and pride outweigh judgment and reasoning.
It was finally getting dark outside, and Sam and I kinda just sat there for a little bit. There really wasn't much else for us to do really. I got up and paced for a bit, and thought about what Dad was likely doing right now.
I just let out a sigh. Hopefully the pieces would start falling into place tomorrow morning. We then heard footsteps of the men headed in our direction. Sam and I both knew what to do. We narrowed our eyes at each other, and started mmphing angrily into our gags. We then heard the door fly open.
“It looks as though you were right Tim,” Ben stated. We both stopped our muffled arguing, and glared at them.
“Of course I was right,” Tim snarled. “They can yell at each other all they want, and we don't have to hear any of it.”
“Wmmt dm ymu wnnt?” Sam growled at him. I don't know if he understood her, but he didn't seem to look like he cared.
“I want you both to enjoy this moment,” Tim stated. “You're both going to be untied briefly, so you can use the restroom. The tape on your mouths, however, had better stay put,” He then explained. He then pulled out a pocket knife, and walked over to me. I eyed him wearily as he did. Sure enough, he cut the tape from my wrists.
“I'll walk you to the restroom,” Ben then offered.
“No, I'll take her,” Tim then interjected. Ben glared at him, but said nothing. Tim then marched me to the restroom where I was able to do my business. As I was washing my hands, I was able to get a good look at myself in the mirror.
“I think I need to wear this more often when I'm tied up,” I thought to myself, now that I could see just how well a bikini, and a tape gag go together. When I left the restroom, I let out an “mph” as Tim grabbed me from behind.
“Don't struggle!” He ordered. I relaxed myself, and allowed him to pull my hands behind my back. I soon felt tape being wrapped around my wrists again. I was then marched back to the room.
“I guess I'll take her,” Jack then offered, looking over at Sam. I could tell by her eyes that she gave him a smile. Ben however did not.
“No, I'll take her,” He then butt in. Tim seemed be okay with this, as he clearly wanted me. Jack clearly look upset, but like Ben, didn't say or do anything. I was trying very hard not to start laughing. At this rate, they'd likely start tearing each other apart before lunch time tomorrow.
Sam likely got the same treatment as I did, although I'm sure Ben was much more gentle with her than Tim was with me. He let out a sigh, and looked in my direction.
“Alright, let's give these lovely ladies some privacy. Have a good sleep you two,” Tim said to us, with a laugh, as he and his friends left the room. We then heard the door lock behind them.
“Mm hmpe hms thh lmst mne stnndnng amtrr thms!” I snapped into my gag. (I hope he's the last one standing after this.)
“Dmd ymu smm thh lnnks nn thmrr fmcns?” Sam then asked me, sounding rather giddy. (Did you see the looks on their faces.)
“Mmm hmm,” I answered. “Jmst m bmt mmrr.” (Just a bit more.)
* * * *
In spite of our current situation, Sam and I were eventually able to drift to sleep. Let me tell you: trying to sleep with your hands bound behind your back is not fun. Drowsiness did eventually win out though, and after a good seven hours we were both woken up by the sun peering through window. Well, that, along with Tim barging in, and yelling at us.
“Wake up sleepy heads. It's time for breakfast!” He announced. Sam and I moaned, as we tried to wake up. He and Ben approached us, and that did more to wake us up than anything else.
“Mmp!” I protested, as I flinched. (All an act of course.)
“Relax, I'm just taking the tape off your mouth,” Tim stated. I nodded, and sat still, as Tim peeled the tape off.
“Thanks,” I said to him.
“You two start fighting again, and it goes back on, and you don't get breakfast, so I suggest you behave yourselves,” He then told us. Sam and I both nodded, although we shot angry glares at each other.
Sam and I were marched out of the room, and to the kitchen where a pot of...something was cooking on the stove. I saw that the table was already set with five bowls as well. Ben took one of the bowls, and began spooning what was now revealed to be oatmeal into it. He then set it down in front of me, as I took my seat. I gave him a smile in response. Tim gave him a glare. Ben gave him a grin.
Tim sat down beside me, and instead of giving me the first bite of my oatmeal, he decided to take his own first. I scowled at him.
“You know, a Gentleman would have offered me my bite first,” I pointed out to him. He turned to me.
“Get used to it, Honey,” He responded. I turned away from him with an appalled look on my face, and I cold tell from this that Ben had finally had enough.
“She's right, you should have given her a bite of Her's first,” He stated. Tim sighed, and looked at his friend.
“How about you worry about your girlfriend, and I'll worry about mine, okay?” Tim suggested.
“She's not your girlfriend,” Ben stated.
“And who are you to tell me that?” Tim asked him, now looking less smug, and more suspicious.
“Someone who promised to take care of her! Unlike you!” Ben snapped. Tim stood up with a look of hatred on his face.
“WHAT ELSE HAVE YOU TWO BEEN TALKING ABOUT BEHIND MY BACK!?” He boomed.
“That's none of your business, Tim!” Ben shouted, now standing up himself. Sam and I just sat there trying to look innocent.
“It is my business! As I told you before: SHE'S MINE!!” Tim shouted back.
“Well, She likes me more!” Ben then contested. On the outside I was terrified, but on the inside I was laughing hysterically. I looked over at Sam, and I could tell she was thinking the same thing as me.
“I got HER for you, Ben!” Tim yelled, and then pointed at Sam.
“Well, maybe She doesn't want Ben!” Jack then added.
“Who's asking you?!” Tim yelled, now looking over at Jack.
“Perhaps she wants to be with me, and not either of you two!” Jack then snapped, now adding in his own input.
“This doesn't concern you, Jack. We gave you the money to help us get them. Your part in this is over, once the week is over!” Tim bellowed.
“I want her!” Jack protested.
“You can't have her!” Tim snapped back. In a fit of rage, jack then picked up his chair, and through it at Tim. It narrowly missed Sam as well. Tim ducked, and...well...you can imagine what happens next. That's right: a fight started.
Larry, Curly, and Mo were soon locked into a brawl of fists, silverware, oatmeal, and anything else that wasn't tied, or nailed down. Sam and I used the chaos to slip away unnoticed.
“That didn't take long,” Sam said, as we had our backs to each other, and began untying our wrists.
“Let's not get too close though, we don't want to get hit,” I reminded her. She nodded, and we both slipped out of harms way behind the corner of a wall. We then peaked around to see how the brawl was going.
“This is better than anything you'll see on WWE,” Sam pointed out, as Ben ducked an incoming chair.
“Just so long as they don't remember that the rifles are close by,” I said, and pointed over to them.
“True,” Sam added.
* * * *
The fight lasted a fair while. Tim had to duck a chair, before breaking one over Jack's back. He fell to the ground, and when he tried to get back up, he flopped back down again.
“Seems Jack's out,” Sam said. I nodded, and continued to watch Tim and Ben go at it. Ben threw a punch at Tim, and Tim returned it. Tim gave his friend a kick to the stomach, and then slammed his forearm over his back. He was out cold as he hit the floor.
Sam and I came out of hiding to see Tim panting heavily. He turned to us, and his rage face quickly changed when he saw that we were no longer bound.
“What the-” He said.
“Thanks for playing our game, Tim,” I said, as I sauntered up to him with ill intentions written all over my face. Sam was busy cackling like The Joker. “This is where the ruse ends,” I then added. Tim was at least smart enough to know where this was going, and took a wild swing at me. I sidestepped, and give him a kick to the back of his head.
Tim fell in a heap on the couch. He then got back up, and made his way over to me again. He was so focused on me, he didn't even think that he was walking right passed Sam. Sam had in fact stuck out her foot, and he tripped over it. Tim fell flat on his face, and this time, he was having some trouble getting back up.
“We didn't know if we could risk escaping, but now I know it would have been only too easy,” I taunted.
“Sure, we could have tried it, but it was so much more fun to twist you idiots against each other,” Sam then added. I gave Tim one more kick to the face, and he was out just like his two...well, former friends by now.
“Sam, shall we truss them up, and then finish our breakfast?” I then asked her.
“I thought you'd never ask,” Sha answered, and we both shared a laugh.
So yeah, we bound and gagged the three morons, and then went back over to the pot of oatmeal in the kitchen. We got out new bowls and spoons, and I then poured us both some. We then sat down to enjoy it.
Soon enough we finally heard the familiar sound of police sirens right outside the cabin. I walked over to the door, and opened it just as Officer Peterson was calling in some people to kick the door down. He had a bewildered look on his face when he saw me standing there with a bowl of oatmeal in my hand.
“What took you so long?” I asked him. He just rolled his eyes, and told his men to stand down. The police then walked inside to see the carnage.
“Hello,” Sam greeted, as she took another spoonful of her breakfast. Officer Peterson could only stare in amazement at what he was looking at. I soon saw Dad walk in as well. He looked quite impressed.
“Told ya,” He said to his friend. Officer Peterson just sighed, and shook his head.
“Yep,” He said, in a flat tone. He then turned to us. “Well, I'm waiting,” He then told us. We then shared our story.
* * * *
the Police took the three men into custody, and also took our statements. Sam's family was very happy to see that she was okay. My Dad was still marveling over the destruction we had caused.
“Katie, you never cease to amaze me,” He said to me, as he gave me a hug.
“That's one way to put it,” Officer Peterson shot, as he turned back to Sam who was giving her statement.
“So, how did you find us?” I then asked.
“Well...” Dad started. So yeah, Dad will be telling his side of what went on during that time now.
[Dad, it's your turn.]