Postby AlexUSA » Thu Dec 26, 2013 11:17 pm
Natalie inhaled the hot chicken soup as as it was brought to her. She had been handed a standing eating tray, a bowl, spoon, and thermos, and away she went. It seemed cruel though to give her soup, so she strained out the broth for fear of having another long trip between bathroom breaks. After eating, she took a long shower, which based on her watch was about 30 minutes. Natalie went to bed at this point as it was already 10:30 PM. She undressed to her underwear (and said a long prayer that no one would come for her) and went to sleep in the bed.
The next morning she awoke at 7:30. She got up and put back on her jeans, socks, shoes, and work shirt. She walked into the bathroom and looked at herself. Her clothes were filthy, but what could she do? She spent a long time re-braiding her hair, and again tied the red bandana kerchief onto her head. Around 10 o'clock was when she got called.
"Time to go up," the guard said, "But the lieutenant said you aren't to see his face."
The guard handcuffed her behind her back. He took out a strange metal ring with leather straps on either side and gagged her with it. Finally, he used a black bandana to blindfold her.
Once they were there, which was definitely on the second floor, Natalie was pushed into a chair. She waited about 10 minutes before the lieutenant came in.
"I have little to say to you right now. I order your kidnapping, and I ordered your friends' kidnappings too. You will find one friend in Buffalo. I'll be waiting. Nick, take her out of here. You have all your things?"
Natalie nodded as Nick helped her up to lead her back into the pickup truck. Together, they went to Buffalo. En route, Nick removed the handcuffs. Natalie took off her blindfold and stuffed it in her left pant pocket; she may need it later. She held up the strange gag.
"What is this?"
"That is a ring gag. It's a bondage item. Y'know, tying up people? Sometimes even kids or couples do it for fun."
"That's disgusting."
"Sure made you helpless now didn't it."
"Don't act like a creeper."
"I'm not. You asked a question."
Natalie didn't know. The closest the 20-year old came was when she had annoyed her boyfriend one time so he tied her up and gagged her with tape for a few hours so he could study. Upon hearing that, she stuffed the ring gag in her coat pocket and zipped the pocket shut when Nick was pumping gas in Toledo: she may need that too should she escape.
Once in Buffalo, she was again led into a house with guards. Strangely, the layouts were identical. Here, though, when she went in her cell, she saw a flash of green and blonde in the cell as they put her in an identical cell to the ones in Chicago.
"My work here is done," Nick said, "Good luck."
Yes! It was Emily! She recognized the face and the hair with the green bandana covering it. They immediately started to talk about how they got here. Emily told her story to Natali.
Emily's story: "I was grabbed while walking home by myself. It was about 9:10 when I was grabbed. A men stepped out in the hallway and grabbed me. Unlike you, I'm only 5' 6" and couldn't struggle. He tied my hands and elbows behind my back. He used rope to tie an x-through my breasts with rope above and blow them. Called it a harness. He also tied my hands to my waist via a so-called crotch rope.
He gagged me a strange thing he called a panel gag. It was a leather plate with a squished ball and leather straps that was as effective as a sock in my mouth. He went into my room and grabbed a pair of my jeans, a pair of underwear, and my other bandanas [two black, red, navy blue, purple] saying I'd need the clothes according to the lieutenant. He blindfolded me with one bandana and stuck the others in my jacket pockets. Whoever kidnapped us seems to want us prepared to use these same bizarro kidnapping techniques on people.
Once at his car, he tied my legs just under my hips, above the knees, below the knees, and at the ankles. He attached the ankle rope to the 'crotch rope,' and then pulled another rope. He ran it behind my neck and down through and around my knees. Called it a ball-tie. They reinforced the ankle and wrist ties with handcuffs
We drove straight from Boise. We being me, the driver and his co-driver. We only stopped for gas and their lunch/potty breaks. I was ball-tied in the trunk of a Ford Fusion that entire time.
My kidnappers were Bruce McDonnell and Franz von Riszt, whom is actually named Francisco de Altarzzi. I got here yesterday and have been down here ever since only seeing people for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. After they untied me, they took all the ropes and left the bandana and panel gag behind after throwing a key at me to let me remove the handcuffs myself, so I washed the gag and bandana and stuck them in my coat pocket because they seem to want us to escape or work for them. I also had to shower and use the change of jeans and underwear... because I had to wet myself during the journey."
"Strange," Natalie responded, "I don't... wait, I do too!" Natalie said, pulling the black bandana and the ring gag out of one of the eight pockets in her black jacket. She went in the bathroom and washed the ring gag. Immediately, the door opened.
"Sarge wants to see you both in his office," a guard said, "Turn around."
The guard took away their jackets, handcuffed them, and used two of the black bandanas from their combined pile to blindfold them. He led them out and up the stairs and up to the second floor, where the Sergeant was.
"Don't worry; we're just fixing up your coats a little. You have little choice, girls; you can join us, or you can take a quick, permanent dive up in one of the many local bodies of water. We have Lake Erie, Lake Ontario, the Niagara River, the Finger Lakes... how old are you, Natalie?"
"20."
"And you, Emily?"
"19."
"Yes, you would make fine operatives. Take Emily away and give her back her jacket!" After Emily left, he spoke again.
"I'm taking you away personally. You're smart; you'll know what to do; I'm on your side. I need you as my operative. Don't lose it all. I even made sure that my operatives raided your drawers: they found two each of 10 bandana colors and one of another, and I had them grab one of each color when they grabbed Charlie. I am sticking these in your jacket pocket, as they are yours. The other 11 should be with your friend, Charlie. I also made sure you got your wallets back. Let's go."
They walked in silence. Before opening the cell, he whispered into her ear, "I want you to escape. I will bring you back up here and make it easy for you to do so. In you go!" he said as he chucked a key on the floor behind her.
"Natalie! What'd he do?" Emily asked.
"I'm fine. You?"
"Your arm is bleeding profusely!"
"I didn't notice from the cold. Must have been the metal on the railing."
"Good thing I have a scarf. Give me that," Emily said, and began wrapping her long white scarf around Natalie's arm. She wrapped it like a pro.
"Emily, you're good at this!"
"Didn't I ever tell you? I am saving money to try to get into medical school. I want to be either an ER nurse or a surgeon."
"We've been roommates for 7 months and I didn't know that! I'm saving money for college too!"
"You also didn't know I was 19."
"Nor I 20."
"There! Feel good?"
"Feels awesome!"
"OK; look in your coat pockets now."
Natalie opened them up. She found five of her bandanas in one pocket, and her five others in the other pocket on the front left of her jacket. She opened another pocket and surprisingly found three pairs of handcuffs in it. Another pocket had three pairs of handcuffs as well, and they appeared to have one key. In her other three pockets (she had four on the outside, two on the inside) she found two ring gags, two ball gags, and two panel gags.
Emily had only three pockets, but in one was her five bandanas. In the second was three ring gags, and in the third was three pairs of handcuffs with a single key.
"I feel like a cop," Emily said. "Natalie, we're going to be OK."
"Yes, but why?" Natalie asked.
"Go with the flow for now."
"Is Charlie OK?"
"Probably as fine as we are."
Three hours passed when a guard came down.
"Natalie will come with me."
Natalie stepped forward, and the guard tied her hands behind her back with rope. Together, they went back to the sergeant's office, where the sergeant was writing on a pad.
"Leave us alone."
"Natalie, I'm going to help you a bit. When the guard comes back, escape," he said, loosening the ropes a bit.
"Why? What's going on?"
"You know what to do," he said opening a drawer to reveal handcuffs and a gag. "Take her away!"
The guard returned. As he started to put his hands on her, she got the ropes off. Natalie, with her size, turned and punched the guard with violence. The gym time and her size helped as she was 5 inches taller than anyone else in the building. She quickly seized the knocked out guard and grabbed his gun. She pointed it at the sergeant. He seemed familiar.
"Good work, girl! Here!" he said tossing handcuffs and a ring gag at her. He gagged himself with a scarf from his drawer.
The sergeant gave Natalie a handcuffed thumbs up. She deposited the unconscious guard in the closet and shut it. She looked at the piece of paper on his desk. It said: Chicago, Boston. Natalie understood immediately.
"Thanks!" she said as she left. When she got to the first floor, she had to deal with another guard, whom she quickly punched out and took the keys from.
"Emily, grab your things, quick!" Natalie shouted.
"Where are we going?!"
"Chicago! Just go!"
They ran up the stairs. When they got to the top, they found Nick Thompson. Natalie pointed the gun at him.
"Move, you son of a b#$!@!"
"Such language!" Emily said.
"In the truck, now!"
Another guard came over, but Natalie just threw him across the room into a wall. She may have been 6' 3", but her gym time and basketball gave her the arm strength of a 6' 0" tall man. Before leaving, she took the man's gun. They herded into the truck. Natalie saw a pair of handcuffs on the floor of the truck.
"Emily, use these on Nick!" Emily quickly cuffed him.
"What are you two doing?"
Natalie slowly drew up the gun.
"The three of us are taking a nice little ride to Chicago. Any mistakes, and I may just kill you."
They threw Nick into the back bench as Natalie took the driver's seat with Emily in the passenger's seat.
"Christmas gang, Natalie," Emily said, observing their actions and their red and green bandanas.
"To the max! Let's get out of here!" Natalie said, starting up the truck and driving off. She handed Emily the gun. It would be much too late for anyone to follow, and if they tried Natalie knew the sergeant would send them the wrong way.
Once in Chicago after a day of taking turns driving and fueling up, Natalie needed some way to get inside.
"Emily, you stay here! You guard Nick!"
Natalie approached the building. The guard was there. Natalie walked right up to him, and he didn't seem to recognize her. He stared coldly at her.
"You have business with the lieutenant?"
"Yes."
"Not just anyone gets in."
"May I?"
"Not at all! Wait, I know you! You're the one Nick brought, and that's his truck! Hey!"
"Sorry, scum!" Natalie said as she slugged him before he could grab his gun. She threw down the steps onto ground, which knocked him out cold.
Natalie walked into the building, where she quickly over powered the guard there too. She just punched him once and then used his own handcuffs on him. She used a nearby towel to gag him. After she did that, she charged up the stairs. The last guard just stepped aside as she entered the lieutenant's office.
"Where's Charlie?"
"Don't you know?" he said with a smile.
"Actually, I do, but I need the address."
"Don't you know?" he said again.
"Know what?"
"I'll give you the address. If you answer me."
"Why?"
"Natalie, I want to help you. I think you and your friends could be the greatest operatives I've ever had. In fact, I'll give you three of our custom operative symbols to take with you to Boston if you join. Then you, Emily, and Charlie can work for us. Don't you know?"
"What don't I know?! You keep asking that same darned question time and time again!"
"Natalie, you don't seem to understand," he said. He looked at her and smiled in a loving way. It made her shake a little.
"I'm your father."
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