Everyone who's anyone knows that Fridays were made for partying, and Ana is no exception. Although it was technically Saturday morning, it made no difference to her as she walked along the dark sidewalk that led to her house. The air was cold, the streets deserted, as Ana stepped up the pace. She turned to her house and kept moving, eager to get out of the cold. Reaching the door, she went to unlock it.
Except it was already unlocked. Ana stopped for a second, but then decided that she must have left it unlocked earlier. Too tired to come up with a better explanation, she entered, closing the door behind her. Taking off her black coat, she set it off to the side, revealing her bright pink and orange sleeveless top, dotted with green and blue specks. She kicked off her black flats, her long black hair falling behind her. She smoothed out her black denim skirt, which barely reached halfway down her thigh. She drove more than a couple of the guys there wild with that outfit.
Taking a quick look around, Ana noticed that one of the lights down the hall was on. She definitely did not remember that, her parents were always on her about leaving lights on when no one was in the house. Even though her parents were out on their anniversary at the moment, Ana was very careful to make sure that all the lights were off and all that. Realizing that something must be up, she took a few steps towards the hallway, being as quiet as she could. She took a cautious peek around the corner.
And was immediately greeted by a large hand. It grabbed her shoulder and she was quickly twisted around and pulled into the hallway. Her back slammed into the stranger, and another hand quickly reached out and covered her mouth. She wrestled for a second, but her slender frame was no match for the stranger. One hand was sealed over her mouth, the other arm pinning her arms behind her. She couldn't break the grip.
"Well then," the stranger whispered. "I guess tonight's gonna be a little more eventful after all." Ana guessed that the stranger was male.
He walked Ana forward and towards his bag, with almost no effort. Partially open, she could see the handle of a gun just poking out. She gasped slightly, the situation a lot worse than she thought.
"Now then, I'm going to remove my hand, and as long as you remain quiet, that gun stays in the bag. Clear?" Ana nodded, the situation starting to overwhelm her.
She hardly noticed as he released the hand from her mouth. She took a couple breaths, but did not speak. She looked down and watched as the man produced a coil of rope from his bag. She muffled a gasp again, guessing what was about to happen. While she did enjoy the thought of being tied up, she had also hoped it would be at a better time than this. That didn't change anything as the man brought the rope behind her, and let go with his other hand. She felt the rope start to wrap around her wrists, so she rolled her shoulders, trying to loosen them up somewhat. Ana heard the last knot cinch, and quickly twisted her wrists a bit, to no avail. That rope was going to hold.
"Now, I was hoping that you could give me a tour." The man said softly, taking hold of an arm and guiding her towards the hallway. She walked with him, not really in a position to fight.
She walked alongside him, making some rather irrelevant comments about certain rooms. "This is the laundry room," she said, nodding towards the closed door. "If you have to guess what that's for, it's no wonder this is how you make a living."
"I wouldn't make another comment like that if I were you," the man told her, a hint of aggression in his voice. Ana decided to have a bit more fun.
"Here's our bathroom," she told him as they passed, noting the light being on. "Oh, this light is on, wonder who did that. I guess this is what happens when we don't flush." She stuck her tongue out at him. (always remember to flush)
"Alright, enough games," he said as he stopped walking. He faced Ana towards the wall and held her up against it. With a second coil of rope he had taken with him, he looped it around her elbows before starting to pull. She let out a small grunt, the tightness of the rope quite apparent. She was skinny enough that her elbows managed to touch, but it was a stretch to say it was comfortable. The man tied it off before taking a step back.
"Now don't move," he said as he turned away, "and this is as bad as it gets."
She watched him walk back to the main room, and took a second to catch her breath. Keeping her balance was tricky with her arms so tightly tied behind her, so she leaned against the wall. Her elbows being forced behind her caused her breasts to push forward, and get squished between her and the wall. She didn't spend too much time there as the man returned, more rope in hand. Ana let out a small sigh as the man grabbed her again.
She was removed from the wall, but the man's grip did not let her fall. She saw the rope pass in front of her, just below her breasts. Ana felt the rope press into her arms before seeing it come in front of her again. This time it settled just above her breasts before it went behind her again. She watched the rope loop around a couple times, silently thanking the man for being careful with his hands. While she was obviously pretty annoyed at all of this, that would've crossed a huge line. The thought lingered for a second as the man finished tying off her chest tie.
"Now, let's try and behave for a bit, yes?" He asked sarcastically. Ana rolled her eyes as they kept going.
"And this is my parent's bedroom," she said, nodding to the final room. "Whatever is is you're looking for is probably in here."
"Excellent," he grinned. "Thanks for the 'help.'" He walked her towards her parents' bed before helping her to sit down.
He quickly exited the room once more, and came back with more rope. Ana noticed that the gun was now on his belt, so she decided to stay quiet. He picked up on coil, and she watched as he bound her ankles together. She couldn't help but admire the focus he had as he wrapped the rope around, and then through her legs. Despite him being a criminal, he certainly knew what he was doing. He finished with her ankles, and proceeded to do the same thing just below her knees. After securing them the same way as her ankles, he moved on to her thighs. Ana couldn't help but get goosebumps every time his hand brushed against her leg. She hated the feeling, but couldn't help but enjoy it a little bit too.
"Alright, now do me a favor and open up," he told her, a couple of balled up socks in his hand. She looked at him for a second, before looking down at the gun. She opened up her mouth and allowed the man to push the socks in. Luckily they were clean, so Ana hopefully could endure them for the time being. The man produced a cloth, tied a knot in the middle, and wrapped it around her head, sealing the socks in.
"Don't go anywhere," he laughed, before turning to look around the room.
Ana once again tested her bonds. She was little more than a human stick, all of her limbs pinned against her small body. She twisted and turned a bit, but there wasn't much she could do. Her arms were so tightly pulled together that her forearms touched, and were stuck up against her body. Her legs, even if they could help, were also tied together securely. The rope around her thighs has caused her already short skirt to ride up, but there wasn't much she could do to fix it. The socks in her mouth, while not yet uncomfortable, didn't allow her to really say anything. She was in quite the predicament.
"Alright, I'm good," the man said as he reappeared. "Looks like there wasn't much here, but hey, you can't win 'em all I guess."
He reached down and grabbed Ana, throwing her over his right shoulder. Carrying her out of the room, she had no choice but to watch from the opposite direction, as he walked towards what she assumed to be the main room. He lowered her onto the couch, her body stretched out across it. She saw him reach into his bag and pull out another cloth, which he left a lot wider. Ana knew why in a moment, as the blindfold was placed over her eyes and tied behind her head.
"Now then, it's about time I make my exit, but not without one final thing." She obviously couldn't see what was happening, but she soon felt his hand on her legs again. They were bent upwards and her bare feet pushed into her hands. Ana felt the rope connect the two, putting her into a very tight hogtie. Once she felt his hands leave, she tried to straighten her legs, and failed. Her heels were pressed into her palms, and the rope would keep it that way. She soon heard the clicking that came from her phone. Was the man texting someone?
"Someone should be on the way in a bit, so you won't be alone," he said, laughing. "Until then, have fun."
She heard the door open and close, meaning she was left alone. She couldn't see, couldn't talk, and really couldn't feel anything. She laid motionless on the couch, scared to move a muscle and fall. She had no idea how long it had been, but she heard the door open again, and a new voice followed it.
"Ana? Ana!" it was a younger male, but she couldn't tell who. She remembers him from the party, but that's about it.
She heard his voice come closer. "An- oh," he paused, seeing Ana in her current state. "It's my lucky day."
She tensed, not knowing what would happen next.
And neither will you! (just jokes, if enough people want I'll continue. for now, the end)