Postby lasse672000 » Tue Mar 18, 2014 5:47 am
Sahra sat with her back pressed against the wall of the small cave. She was still wearing the light blue-and-white-chequered, knee-length cotton dress, white, frilly ankle-socks, and black patent leather shoes she wore when she was taken from her home. Her wrists were tied together behind her back and her ankles were tied together, and she was gagged. Her kidnapper, a woman a few years older than she, held out her hands and warmed them over the fire.
“Sure you don’t want anything to eat?” Sahra nodded, even though her stomach rumbled like crazy. Instead, she started thinking about how she got to where she was.
A couple of hours ago: She and Frida had been walking in the forest, when it started raining. Frida saw this cave; not much bigger than a crack in the wall, really. They got down on their hands and knees and partly snaked, partly crawled inside. They realized there was no room to stand up anywhere, but by the time they reached the back wall, Sahra had her plan ready.
Frida gave her a disciplinary look:” Now, what?” she asked.
“Oh, nothing.” Sahra innocently said.
“Oh, don’t give me that “nothing”-crap, will you!” Frida hissed. ” I know you far too well to fall for that; remember? I could almost see your imagination kick into overdrive the minute you came in here.”
Oh, all right,” Sahra sighed, “you win. You obviously know me too well. This cave, or whatever you want to call it, gave me an idea for a game. How about you tie me up and you can be my kidnapper for as long as it is raining, and when it stops, I somehow ‘manage to escape’?” Sahra’s eyes shone like beacons when she told her friend about her idea.
“O.K sure; I can do that. Beats sitting around in this cramped space doing nothing, that’s for sure. But I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again; you are a strange girl!” It was a good plan, even though Frida had a somewhat different ending to it.
“There is one problem, however; and it’s a whopper,” Frida thoughtfully continued.
“Oh, what’s that?” Sahra wanted to know.
“Well, as far as I know, we didn’t bring anything to tie you up with!”
“Oh yes, we did!” Sahra triumphantly said, and pulled some rolled up strips of the sheet she and Frida had torn apart a few weeks ago, out of a cleverly concealed pocked in her dress. Then, she crossed her hands behind her back, and ordered:
“Now, start tying! And don’t forget to gag me, whatever you do!”
Frida sighed, but did as she was told.
Back to the present:
Frida cocked up her ears: “I think it has stopped raining,” she thoughtfully said. Wait here while I go check it out, will you?”
“As if I have a choice?” Sahra thought. She saw Frida crawl out of the little hollow, and moments later hear her yell: “It really has stopped raining. You can come out now!”
That was all the incentive Sahra needed. At first, she found it a bit difficult to find the knot her friend had made in the strip around her wrists, let alone undo it, but she soon got it figured out; but from then on, it was only a matter of time before she was free, and on her way out, too.
After she got to her feet and brushed the dirt off her knees, she started walking back.
”Not so fast, young lady,” Frida barked. “Where do you think you’re going like that?”
Sahra stopped dead in her tracks. “What do you mean? I’m going home, of course,” she said, adding: “And who are you to call me ‘young lady’, anyway? You’re younger than me; not by much, but still!”
Frida approached her friend, holding one of the strips, in her hands, saying: “Yes, we are going home; and yes, I am younger than you, but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re still my hostage, and I can’t risk having you running around the forest loose and fancy free! So; hands behind your back; NOW!”
Shocked, Sahra automatically did as she was told, and Frida retied them, making real sure that this time she wouldn’t be able to reach the knot, no matter how hard she tried.
“Right; let’s go home, and have something proper to eat,” she grabbed her arm, and they started walking back.
They were sitting at the table, eating and talking when the door suddenly opened.
“Oh, shit,” Sahra hissed, “mum’s back! Quick, untie my hands and hide the strip!” But it was too late! Emmy, Sahra’s mum, was already standing in the kitchen.
“What are you doing, and why are Sahra’s hands tied behind her back?” she asked in a surprised voice.
“Well, ah, erhm,” Frida stuttered, so Sahra replied instead.
“Question one: we’re having lunch, and two: Frida has tied them together!” she cheerfully said, adding when she saw the growing crease on her mothers’ forehead:”Oh, don’t worry; I wanted her to!”
Emmy plumped down on a chair: “You WHAT? Is that true, Frida? Did she want you to tie her hands?”
Frida swallowed the big lump of fear which had suddenly lodged itself in her throat, and cautiously answered:
“Yes ma’m, it is true; she wanted me to tie her up. In fact, I already have for a couple of weeks now, on and off.”
“M-hm, I see!” Emmy nodded. “Well, I’m afraid it has to stop right now, unless...”she had to raise her voice, to be heard over her daughter’s disappointed moans, “unless I can’t be in on the fun too, from time to time.”
Now, it was Sahra’s turn to be surprised.
“Wha---, well, yes of course you can. But; why?”
“Well, why should Frida have all the fun? Huh? And I promise I won’t tie you unless you really want it, and only the way you want. In fact, I’m already getting some ideas, which might involve the both of you. If you’re interested, that is?”
“Yea, like what?” Sahra wanted to know.
“That remains to be seen.” Emmy said, looking cunning. “But, I’ll give you a clue; I am a cop, after all.”
Whazzzz up!.