One stormy night (M/F)

Postby lasse672000 » Sun Feb 20, 2011 1:26 pm

One stormy autumn-night, there was a knock on the door. When I opened, a scruffy-looking, but surprisingly clean, man practically fell into my arms. I just about managed to spare him the indignity of hitting the floor, by quickly grabbing him under his arms. Looking around, I couldn’t see anyone, or anything else. As it was pitch black, I really wasn’t expecting too either. I managed to pry him to the sofa by the fire, after removing the heavy back pack he had on, where I lay him down. He was semi-conscious, but quickly came around in the warm room. When he asked me, I gave him a cup of broth, which he drank so fast he clearly didn’t notice it being boiling hot. When he was finished, he told me his name was Eddy. I told him my name was Anne.
“Well Anne, seeing as the weather is so bad, I’d like to spend the night here. If you don’t mind, that is?” I looked deep into his eyes, and saw nothing but honesty in them, so I let him use the bedroom next to mine. We said “Good night” to each other, and he closed the door. I went to my bedroom, but just as a precaution, I locked the door before going to bed myself.

By the next morning the storm had passed. I made breakfast for the two of us and we sat down at the table in the kitchen to eat. When we had finished, I washed up, while he apparently made himself ready to get on his way again. Suddenly I heard him move one of the heavy chairs in the lounge before asking me to join him. When I did, he stood by one of the high-backed wooden-chairs that he had put in the middle of the room. ”I’m sorry to have to do this to you Anne, but please sit down.” He held a long rope that he must have had in his back pack, in his hands. Annoyed, I sat down and he tied my hands behind the back of the chair, threading the remainder of it through the slats in the back, tying them off in front of me, thus securely fastening my hands to the back of the chair. He then took out some more rope and tied my feet to the legs of the chair. He did it expertly, making sure I wouldn’t get hurt, but wasn’t going to get free any time soon. As he went to the door he said:”Don’t worry! On my way out of this town, I’ll stop by one of the neighbours and tell them I saw you tied up in here, needing help, and then I’ll sneak away before anyone can stop me. I don’t think you’ll have to be tied up like that for more than an hour, max.”

Judging by the clock on the mantelpiece, he told the truth. One of my neighbours came in more or less exactly one hour later, freeing me from the chair.
Whazzzz up!.

Re: One stormy night (M/F)

Postby GafaMan100 » Mon Feb 21, 2011 12:28 pm

Very good

Re: One stormy night (M/F)

Postby ProfessorRemnant » Thu Aug 30, 2012 2:17 pm

...Am I the only one who gets annoyed when they try to be polite about it?
The "nothing personal" angle is so one sided.