You Have Got to be Kidding Me!!

Postby angim350 » Tue May 13, 2014 3:05 pm

Hi all!

So, I'm back. Been a while, and as my last stories got good reception, I've decided to write another. I know the last one remains unfinished and I will go back to it eventually (got ideas for Housemates 3). In the mean time... enjoy!


"You have got to be kidding me!" she cried, wrenching at her bonds some more. She gritted her teeth as she twisted her hands, trying to find any slack in the knots that held her.

"OK, very funny. Haha! Now... just.... urgh!"

She pulled with all of her strength, bending her knees to try and free her feet.

"Dont worry! I can get out of this. Just you see!"

With that, she properly started thrashing about on the bed, her eyes darting everywhere to see why she couldn't escape. She looked up at her hands, tied together to the headboard of the bed by a thick, dark scarf. Her hands turned and wrenched, the scarf looking extremely tight. Turning her gaze down to her feet, she was greeted with a similar sight; they were bound together, with yet more scarf wrapped around her legs and thighs. She wiggled, wincing as the clough cut into her bare skin; when she'd agreed to this ridiculous idea, she'd been wearing a summery dress with a t-shirt and cardigan.

And still her bonds held fast.

She began to feel nervous, her heart beating faster.

"OK, I give up! You got me."

The door to the bedroom opened, and her best friend, Chelsea, walked into the room grinning.

"So, you admit you can't get out?"

"Yes, OK, you win."

"So, when you said that you could get out of it no problem if I tied you up... you admit that was silly."

"Yeah, OK I admit it! Will you let me out now!"

She squirmed some more. Chelsea grinned.

"Calm down, Linds. You're going to break my bed!"

Lindsey forced herself to lie still, fervently wishing she'd never agreed to this. Oh sure, it had sounded like a brilliant idea at the time. Her and Chelsea had just finished their AS Levels and were sat at home with nothing to do. It was raining like no tomorrow outside, and, as usual, nothing was on the TV. It was then Chelsea had suggested it.

"Do you remember when we used to play cowboys and indians?"

"What? We've not played that in like 10 years!"

"Well," Chelsea had replied. "I remember you used to be terrible at tying me up when you caught me!"

"You weren't much better," laughed Lindsey.

"Yeah, well, I reckon I could proper keep you tied up now!"

"Erm, what?" Lindsey had looked at her friend sceptically. "What's brought this on?"

"Oh, nothing. Just bored, and thought we could try something different for a change. Don't matter." She suddenly looked really awkward and turned away. Lindsey smiled.

"Go on then. MIght as well. Got nothing else to do! Don't have to be home until later on."

"Brilliant!"

Chelsea had then produced some scarfs from her drawer, wrapping one around Lindsey's wrists in front of her before knotting it tightly. Lindsey winced.

"Bloody hell, Chels. Not so tight!"

She tested the restraints, finding them to be rather effective. She could not twist her hands out like she used to; they were stuck fast. Thinking back, Lindsey should have stopped it then. She should have made Chelsea untie her hands and suggest they do something else. But Chelsea had already moved onto her feet, wrapping scarves around her feet, legs and thighs. It was now Lindsey had started to feel a little nervous.

"Hey Chels. Chill out will you?"

"Got to make it good! Can't have you escaping."

"Yeah, but my hands are actually kind of hurting. Could you, like, loosen this a little bit?"

"OK, sure," Chelsea sighed. Lindsey held out her hands, only to have Chelsea quickly grab them and force them up over her head, attaching them with yet more scarf to the headboard of the bed.

"Hey, what the hell?"

"There! No way you're getting out of that!"

And no truer words had been spoken. Ten minutes on and Lindsey was still tied to the bed, completely stuck.

"Chels, I'm freaking out. Will you untie me please?"

Chelsea just grinned wider.

"Seriously. I don't like this. Let me out."

"Shush your moaning. You said you were bored." She paused, seeing the look that Lindsey was giving her.

"OK, fine."

She moved forward once more. Lindsey relaxed, feeling slightly relieved, when suddenly she felt Chelsea grab her head hard, stuffing some material into her mouth.

"Ow!" she cried out. Chelsea wrapped a scarf around her head, pulling it hard with a knot at the back to make a very tight cleave gag. Lindsey started struggling madly again.

"UNTIE ME RIGHT NOW!" she tried to scream, but the gag muffled it.

"Shush! Oh, you're so dramatic. I'm going to go get some tape to shut you up proper! Don't go anywhere."

She winked at her friend, slyly slipping from the room as Lindsey struggled frantically against her bonds.

She really squirmed, trying to do everything she could think of to escape. But the bonds were like iron and would not shift no matter what she did. Angry tears dashed from her eyes, and she felt herself becoming drenched with sweat. This had long since gone past the point of funny! When she got out of this, she would so get Chelsea back.

The gag stretched her mouth painfully, and she felt herself drooling slightly. What a sight she must have looked! Lindsey was an attractive girl of seventeen, with long brunette hair and dark eyes. She was a rather tall, slender young woman, having in the past done a significant amount of dancing. Despite having given it up, she still maintained her figure, even if she had also broadened out a bit as she got older. Lindsey wasn't exactly the type of person who cared too much about her looks, but even so, she wouldn't want anyone to see her as she was now. Sweating, hair everywhere, looking thoroughly fed up.

She relaxed again, trying to think of ways to get out of this. Obviously, she wasn't going to escape on her own. Her bonds were too tight, and she'd probably only end up hurting herself if she kept this up. She needed to convince Chelsea to untie her. Maybe when she got back, she might agree to it. If Lindsey lightened up.

Forcing herself to calm down, she tried to think of other stuff to take her mind of her predicament. She thought of her impending summer plans; her family were taking her on holiday to Spain, while she'd booked tickets to go to a festival she'd wanted to visit for years. She thought of Daniel, the guy she'd liked from afar for some time, and wondered what he was doing at that moment. One thing was for sure... he probably wasn't tied up right now.

"MMMMMHHH!"

She couldn't help herself. She started struggling again. Chelsea had been gone for at least half an hour now, and Lindsey was starting to wonder what was keeping her. This was seriously starting to annoy her now. When Chelsea did eventually let her go, she doubted she'd just be able to forget about this. The joke was starting to go too far.

"Don't worry," she told herself. "She'll come back soon and let you go. She will. Soon."

The half an hour soon turned into an hour.

Re: You Have Got to be Kidding Me!!

Postby Sealherlips » Tue May 13, 2014 7:05 pm

I am really liking this one! I love it when a girl tricks her friend into a trap!

Re: You Have Got to be Kidding Me!!

Postby linkedin » Wed May 14, 2014 12:42 pm

Absolutely brilliant! Really looking forward to the next part, thanks for writing :)

Re: You Have Got to be Kidding Me!!

Postby angim350 » Thu May 15, 2014 2:33 pm

The shadows that indicated the day was growing darker started to lengthen along the room, the relentless ticking of Chelsea's clock on her wall a constant reminder that time was continuing to pass.

And still Chelsea did not come back.

Lindsey had lost track of how long she'd been stuck there. She know it was getting up to two hours, but maybe it was slightly longer. Now and again, she had launched herself into some more furious struggles, only having to concede once more she was truly stuck.

She clenched her wrists into fists, trying to ignore the tight pain that was starting to cut off her circulation. Her arms were also beginning to ache from being kept in the same position for so long; she longed to pull them down, or even to just be able to move them again. Her body made involuntary movements to attempt to do this, as though it subconsciously knew something was wrong.

Her legs were tightly bound together, the clough making serious dents in her bare skin. She wished she'd had chosen to wear tights that day - she usually wore them all the time, but thought she would try and soak up some summer sun before the massive rain cloud had come in from nowhere. Her slight kicks and wiggles were doing nothing to release her down there either.

But on top of all that, it was her mouth that was causing her the most worry. She could barely move her tongue, and her entire jaw was aching terribly. She forced herself to remain calm; it was difficult enough to breathe as it was, without her panicing making it worse. No sound escaped her lips, apart from some little moans and groans of discomfort every now and again. Her eyes flecked with tears, but she would not cry.

That was not to say she wasn't very upset by Chelsea's prank. The elusive Chelsea, who had left her so called best friend tied up and disappeared god knows where. What had started out as something funny had gone far beyond that. And Lindsey had truly had enough.

Her eyes, for what seemed like the millionth time, scanned around her bed prison, looking for any means of escape. She rubbed her bound hands up and down, as though hoping that maybe the metal of the headboard would have sharp edges. They looked very red, and she couldn't resist again trying to force one wrist through, to no avail.

"URGGGGGHHHHHH!"

She studied the knots, tying everything together in the middle of her scarf handcuffs. Maybe she could potentially undo it with her teeth? It would be difficult with her mouth bound the way it was, but not impossible. Clenching her muscles, she pulled hard on the bindings, trying to bend her elbows enough for her mouth to reach her hands. A sudden pain in her feet made her stop. Looking down, she instantly saw why. Not only had Chelsea tied her feet up, but she had attached the scarf to the metal base also. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get her mouth near enough to that knot.

"Jesus Christ Chelsea," she thought to herself.

She now felt herself shaking. True fear was starting to grip her. She was well and truly stuck, and Chelsea had been gone for so long. Horrible thoughts crept into her mind. What if she didn't come back all night? Just how long was she planning on leaving her tied up like this? Surely her predicament would end soon - her parents knew where she was, and she was expected home for 8.

Or did they? Another terrible thought hit her. Her parents had been planning to go out for a meal that evening, so even if they did realize she was not home still, it might not be until 10, or even 11. Hell, they might even think she'd gone to bed. And what if they didn't? What if they called Chelsea, and Chelsea just lied to them? She might be stuck here all night. She trembled some more.

"Please God," she thought to herself. "Please get me out of this! Please let me out of this bed! I don't want to be in it anymore!"

"Well, it's your own fault," said a voice. "You let her do this to you!"

Lindsey started. She looked around the room, searching for another person. There was nobody.

"I'm not really here," continued the voice, which suddenly, she realized, sounded a lot like her. "Just your subconscious. Didn't take you too long to crack, did it?"

"Shut up."

"Not so nice now, is she? You should have listened when they told you she was a little odd. They told you for years, and you always denied it."

"They didn't know her! They had no right to judge her!"

"Yes they did. You were just too naive to realize not everyone has good intentions. Eventually, you see them for what they really are. Who they really are."

"Shut up!"

She closed her eyes tight, trying to block out that evil little part of her subconscious that wanted to drive her mad. She tried to think of things that made her happy. She thought of her gran's cooking, and how she always had a fiver for her everytime she visited. She thought of her parents, her brother and two sisters, all of them older. They'd be all out there somewhere right now, no idea that their sister wished more than anything she could see them again. She squirmed some more.

"There's no point struggling. You know you ain't getting free."

The voice was starting to sound different again. Almost a little like Chelsea's. She couldn't help privately agreeing.

"How's about you shut up and help me. There must be a way out of this!"

"You know there isn't. You're stuck. Helpless. Like you always are."

"I'm not helpless!"

"Yes you are."

"ENOUGH!"

Lindsey had had enough. She was not going to let herself go crazy just yet. Chelsea had to come back soon and let her go. She simply had to.

Re: You Have Got to be Kidding Me!!

Postby Sealherlips » Thu May 15, 2014 6:15 pm

I can't wait until Chelsea gets back with that duct tape.

Re: You Have Got to be Kidding Me!!

Postby fungirlkatie » Fri May 16, 2014 10:15 am

even though I don't mention it in my stories, scarves can actually hurt, though probably no where near as much as rope. Can't wait for the next part
Bound, gagged and blindfolded, all with silk scarves

Re: You Have Got to be Kidding Me!!

Postby Sealherlips » Sat May 17, 2014 2:47 pm

Can't wait for more.

Re: You Have Got to be Kidding Me!!

Postby angim350 » Sun May 18, 2014 6:16 am

Five Hours.

That amount of time can seem long and short. For instance, while Lindsey had worked at the local florist last summer, five hours had lasted a life time, as she sat gazing out of her window wanting to be out in the sun. However, on her days off, five hours seemed to go quicker ridiculously quick. Even at the florist, she usually found something to do to busy herself. She would chat with her boss, clean the place up, walk around and make sure everything was OK. But that was when she was free.

After seventeen years of being used to being free to walk and interact with people, she had never felt more helpless as she felt now. She gazed out of the window, wanting to be out interacting with the world. People would be settling down to dinner now, hoping for better weather the following day. Any other night, she'd be sat in with her parents, shopping online for holiday wear. Any other night.

The thought of food made her realize just how starving she was. She'd not eaten since that morning, and her stomach kept making involuntary noises. Her mouth was also ridiculously dry, not helped by the horrible material within it. But more than anything, her arms were hurting her terribly.

She sobbed softly into her gag. This had long since gone past the point of funny. For a while, she had busied herself imagining what she would do to Chelsea when she got out of this. But now, if she saw Chelsea walk through that door, she would do anything, anything that girl wanted if she agreed to untie her and let her go.

She had also long since given up struggling, despite her intense desire to do so. Any more struggling would simply hurt her more, and she did not want to do it to herself. She continued to look at her bonds, hoping there would be something she had missed all those hours ago. Anything that could help set her free. Of course, there was nothing.

"My only hope now," she thought. "Is that someone will find me. It might not be soon, but someone will find me. I just gotta keep myself going until then."

"Aren't you worried though," said that evil voice in her head. "Where Chelsea has gotten to?"

"Worried! I'm furious that she's left me here like this!"

"That's not it though, and you know it. A joke's a joke. Leave you tied up for an hour, maybe two. But five hours? Surely she would have gotten bored by now. Which means the only reason she hasn't come back to untie you is..."

"Something might have happened to her."

With that, she suddenly felt very cold. What if something had happened to Chelsea? What if she wasn't coming back, for whatever reason. Maybe she'd left the house and not been able to make it back. If so... and this thought terrified her the most... had she left the door unlocked?

It would just be Lindsey's luck, for the place to get burgled while she was all tied up. The robbers would think her predicament funny, would they not? They wouldn't have to even tie up the person in the house. That had been done for them!

This was going to be a very long night.

It was then she heard the buzzing. The tell tale signs of a small noise, coming from her bag. It was then she realized it was her phone!

Her parents, no doubt confused over her not coming home, were calling.

"MMMMPHHHHHH!"

She couldn't help herself. She struggled with everything she had, no caring about the burning on her wrists, gritting her teeth and the hopelessness of the venture. She pulled and twisted and squirmed, focusing every ounce of concentration she had on her hands. If she could just get them free, she could untie the rest of herself.

"Come on!" she thought to herself. "Come on!"

"Face it, idiot," replied the voice. "You are not getting out."

Lindsey ignored the voice. She ignored everything. She turned one wrist, and then the other, then both and the same time. She pulled, hoping that the continuous struggling would loosen the knots. They only seemed to grow tighter. And her wrists only hurt all the more.

She stopped for a minute, sweat pouring into her eyes, noticing the silence in the room. The phone had stopped ringing. And her last bit of resolve left her. The tears started to flow.

"See? Told you. Looks like Chelsea knows a thing or two about knots. You're never going to break out of them."

"I know."

With tear stained eyes, she looked up at the clock, now showing she'd been on that bed for five and a half hours. It would soon be fully dark, and her night would begin. Her parents may come to the house, but all they'd see would be an empty building. It was more and more likely she would be there all night.

She took a deep breath to calm herself down. She was uncomfortable enough as it was. She looked down at the disarrayed skirt over her legs, them still bound as tightly as ever. Her vicious struggles had given her a horrible wedgie, her continuous sweating just making it feel all the more worse. She squirmed slightly, lifting her bum up as much as possible to try and make it feel better, without success.

It was then she also then considered the fact that she would need access to a toilet at some point. Surely she would not be on the bed that long? The thought of doing anything like that lying here threatened to send her into another sobbing attack.

"No. Help will come. It's got to. It's just got to."

Re: You Have Got to be Kidding Me!!

Postby angim350 » Tue May 20, 2014 9:39 am

She rubbed her fingernail across the fabric, wincing slightly. It looked ridiculously thick, and her nail wasn't even that long or sharp, but she had to do something. She'd tried everything else.

It was now fully dark outside. The street lamps had come on. Her phone had buzzed twice within the last half an hour, and following little noises had indicated messages had been left for her. That thought gave her some semblance of hope.

"Your nail will never cut through that. You'll only end up making it all sore."

"I've got to try something," she told that horrible part of herself. But a stab of pain in her finger made her stop. Reluctantly, she once again turned her eyes up to the ceiling. She figured the pattern would be ingrained into her mind by now.

For a second, she almost laughed. If she wasn't so upset, scared and uncomfortable, she would probably have been extremely bored right now. Hell, she'd spent the better part of the last few hours talking to herself. She'd been stuck with the same view for so long, it was seriously starting to make her go mad.

"And you know the funny thing," said the voice, as if right on cue. "You used to fantasize about this happening to you. With Daniel. Don't deny it."

She suddenly felt awkward.

"Maybe..."

"You did! You used to wonder what it would be like to be tied up."

"Yeah, but by him! Not like... shut up!"

Her cheeks were flushing. In truth, she had thought about it once or twice, but always imagined a more romantic scenario. That and her being able to get out of her binds, or him untying her when she asked.

"Ha! To think he's the person on your mind the most. Bet he doesn't even know you exist."

"Yes he does! We speak all the time. He's got my number!"

"Which you gave to him when you were both drunk."

"We also nearly kissed. We would have done, if it wasn't for his mates."

"Crap. You've not heard from him since. You know he doesn't care."

She bit down on her gag, trying to blot out the voice. It was true - she hadn't heard from him in some time. She wasn't the type of person to dwell on something like that, but even so it had upset her a little. In her mind's eye, she imagined him leaping into the room, untying her bonds and sweeping her into his arms. She giggled a little at that.

Of course, this was reality, and in reality she was going nowhere. And the pain in her shoulders was starting to intensify. But, strangely, the thought of Daniel had calmed her down a little.

"Ah Lindsey," she thought to herself. "Dad's right. You're such an idiot. Always getting yourself into trouble."

She giggled some more, then found it was becoming full on laughter, albeit muffled by her gag. She couldn't seem to stop it; the laughter was coming out of her like a never ending stream. Her stomach muscles started to hurt with the convulsion, feeling a little like trapped wind. That made her laugh even more as she thought how typical it would be if she needed to fart and Daniel had been the one who'd tied her up.

"My God, girl. You've sodding lost it!"

It was then she heard the door slam in the house. Her laughter instantly ceased, to be replaced with cold fear. She held her breath, eyes wide open, gazing at the partially closed door to the bedroom.

Should she call out? It might be someone looking for her. But surely they would have knocked. Unless it was Chelsea's parents, but they were out of town for a week. Lindsey was sure of this - she remembered being angry they had left Chelsea when she was just finishing her exams. That left only one explanation - it was someone else entirely. Someone who shouldn't be there.

Now she panicked. She once again wrenched at her bonds, but the creaking of the bed made her cease. Maybe, if she was quiet, whoever it was wouldn't hear her.

"Lindsey!" called out a voice. "Lindsey, are you in here?"

It was a male's voice, sounding rather young and familiar. Lindsey paused. It couldn't be...

"Lindsey! Where are you? Make a noise or something!"

It was. It actually was. For a second, she felt like not replying. She did not want him to see her like this. But the pain was too intense. She needed to be out of this bed, or she really would go crazy.

"MMMHMMM!" she called out.

There was a pause in the footsteps.

"LINDSEY?"

"HELP ME! I'M TIED UP IN THE BEDROOM!" she tried to call out, but it was muffled by the gag. The loud sound of quick steps up the stairs followed, and within five seconds the door burst open.

Lindsey felt like her heart would burst out of her chest it was beating so hard. It was definitely him. Tall, bulky, short hair.

"Bloody hell Lindsey," Daniel said. "Are you okay?"

Re: You Have Got to be Kidding Me!!

Postby angim350 » Wed May 21, 2014 2:52 pm

It couldn't be him, surely? After she had spent so long fantasising about him showing up to save the day. He quickly reached forward, and she flinched. She realized she was shaking.

"It's OK," he said. "I'm just going to take that out." He pointed to her gag hesitantly. She nodded, eagerly.

He pulled on the material, it staying stuck in her mouth. Furrowing his brow, he reached behind her head, picking at the tight knot holding it in place. Finally, it gave. For the first time in six hours, the cloth came out of her mouth. Her jaw ached terribly, her entire mouth ridiculously dry. She coughed, slowly trying to move her jaw up and down.

"T... thankyou." Her voice was scratchy and low.

Daniel was now studying her hand bindings, frowning.

"These are some seriously good knots. And tight. No wonder you've been unable to get out of this. Don't think I'm going to be able to untie it."

Lindsey said nothing, still trying to make her mouth move properly.

"No matter. I'll go grab a knife or something from the kitchen."

He made to move away. Lindsey made a small noise.

"Don't worry, I'll be back."

She nodded at him, still in a state of disbelief. The ache in her stomach from her laughter had now changed into something else entirely.

He returned soon after, carrying a kitchen knife in his hands. He bent down once more, his eyes focused on the task.

"D.. Daniel." Her voice sounded weak, pathetic. She cleared her throat. "Daniel. How did you..."

"I'll tell you in a minute. We need to get you loose or you're risking serious damage to yourself. Now, I'm going to cut this, but I need you to keep very still. We need to guide your hands slowly down to let the blood flow properly."

"O... OK."

He smiled at her, then began sawing at the scarves. If Lindsey had full feeling in her hands, she might have felt the very tight pressure loosening. Instead, all she detected was a slight prickle.

"I'm cutting the scarf holding you to the headboard. Hold on... got it!"

She felt something give behind her head. He quickly took hold of her hands, slowly guiding her arms down to her chest. It was then she felt the pain, like small little needles stabbing all over her arms. Her muscles screamed in protest, having seized up from being in the same position for so long. Daniel finally managed to place her hands on her chest, where she noticed they were still bound together. She involuntary tried to twist them loose.

"No, don't."

"Please, just get me out."

"I am doing. We need to take this slow. Just hold still."

He moved the knife to her hands, and with a few saws cut her loose. The relief was overwhelming as blood rushed back into them. SHe bit her lip, feeling tears dripping from her eyes. Slowly and carefully, she rubbed around her bruised wrists.

Daniel did not waste any time, quickly releasing her legs and feet. He then put his hand on her back, helping her to sit up. She suddenly felt very faint and groggy. From seemingly nowhere, he handed her a glass of water, helping her to slowly drink it.

They sat there for some time in silence, her softly rubbing her saw limbs, him just looking at her with genuine concern. She was afraid to talk, not knowing what to say. In the end, she figured she'd go with the obvious.

"Thankyou. I thought I was going to be stuck in here all night."

For the first time, Daniel looked angry.

"You would have been had I not turned up. Chelsea certainly wasn't coming back tonight."

"How do you mean? Where is she?"

"I..."

"Tell me! Please. I..."

Daniel sighed, reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone. On the screen was a still video. It took Lindsey a second to realize what it was of. It was her, tied tightly to the bed, struggling and moaning.

"Chelsea streamed it live over the internet. 'Idiot Tied Up Prank' she called it. It got 2,000 hits in the first hour alone. I only saw it as I'm friends with her on facebook, and she'd posted the link."

"And you decided you'd come and help me." Lindsey looked at the video again. "This isn't right. Why would she...?"

"Because she's a nutter, Linds. A mate of mine had a bit of a thing with her a while back. He's the one who told me where she lived."

"A... a mate of yours. She never told me... Oh God, she's filmed the whole thing! Everyone will have seen! Oh my..."

She put her head in her hands, suppressing a sob. The whole experience had been horrible enough without knowing her entire college will have seen it. She would never live this down. She felt Daniel take her hand in his.

"Don't worry," he said. "I flagged the video, so it's going to get taken down. Even if people did see, I think most of them would feel more sorry for you than anything else."

"Yeah, or get off on it maybe." She swallowed. "I'm sorry. I kinda...."

"Yeah, bet you're a little surprised to see me here."

She nodded.

"A little."

He chuckled slightly. "Sorry, I've been meaning to return your calls. Just been a crazy few weeks, what with exams and all. Was going to call you tonight, in fact. Then I saw... that."

She smiled slightly. The butterflies in her stomach threatened to overwhelm her.

"Well, erm, it looks like I'm free tonight if you wanted to... do something."

Daniel shook his head.

"You're white as a ghost. You need to get home, especially before Chelsea comes back. I'll walk you there though. Do you think you can walk?"

He stood up, Lindsey doing likewise. The room swayed, but she felt like she could keep standing. WIthout words, the two of them left the room, Lindsey taking one last look back at the bed that had been her prison.

"Maybe we can reign check," Daniel said as they went through the front door. "If you want."

"Sure," she said. "Guess I won't be spending much time with Chelsea from now on!"

With that, the two of them left the house. They had no way of knowing that was the beginning of something very special for them. And Lindsey had no way of knowing that, while she had at the time been horrified, the memory of her prolonged imprisonment would start to excite her as much as it unnerved her. A feeling, she would also discover, that was shared by Daniel.