Phew.
It sure had been a long night. I'd been sitting downstairs for a while but was just finished making my rounds throughout the building for what seemed like the 100th time. I would've gone home by now, but there was still one executive, Miss Scott, who was working late on the top floor. I had just given her a walkie-talkie in case she needed me, since she was the only one there besides me. At least I had worn comfortable clothes: I was just in a t-shirt, jeans and tennis shoes.
I sighed and looked at my watch. It was 11:40 p.m., over an hour after the usual time I clocked out: 10:30. I had no idea what she had been doing up there, but I guess it was important. She was a pretty big executive in our bank...not the type of bank that has tellers and deposits, but one that handles larger sums of money in off-shore accounts. I'd been a security guard there for a few months and the job was working out well, but nights like these were a pain in the ass.
I looked at my watch again out of boredom. 11:42. What a thriller of a night.
There was a knock at the door, which was odd because it was so late and we'd been closed for over 6 hours. I went to the door and peeked through the blinds to see a big guy just standing there, looking expectantly at the door as if it were noon and he would normally be coming in.
"We're closed man," I said to him through the window. I was blown away by his puzzled expression. What crazy person thinks he can walk into a business at almost midnight?
"Uhhh..when do you open tomorrow," he asked.
"9 a.m...like every single day," I replied. He continued to look oddly confused, like he was surprised to see me.
"Okay...uhhh...see you later," he said as he walked off. He went to the bottom of the steps and took out his phone. I closed the blinds but put my ear to the door to eavesdrop on his call. Why not, the night is boring anyway and he's the first human I've seen besides Ms. Scott in about 4 hours.
"Yeah. He's down here. Isn't he gone by now?"
That's weird, I thought to myself.
"Well...I dunno. Do something then. I'll talk to you later."
A few seconds later, my walkie talkie buzzed and I heard Ms. Scott (Rachel was her first name) calling me through the line. At the time, this didn't seem unusual at all, but when I had time to think about it later (and I had a lot of time later) I realized I could have put two and two together pretty easily.
"Yes Miss Scott," I answered, picking up the walkie-talkie.
"Max, could you come up here and help me open a file cabinet? It's stuck."
"Sure, I'll be right up." I left the ground floor and took the stairs to the top floor, where her office was.
I opened her door and went in. She was typing away on her computer. Rachel was an attractive brunette, short but with big brown eyes and dark hair. She looked at her watch when she saw me come in; it was a large silver man's watch that went well with her dark paintsuit.
"Max! It's midnight! I'm so sorry to keep you so late but I'm almost finished up!"
"Oh it's fine," I lied. I wanted nothing more than to go home, eat and just lay down.
"Anyway, can you get this cabinet open for me," she asked.
"Sure," I said, and went over to the cabinet. It opened without a problem.
"That wasn't hard at all!"
"Oh, I'm just a weak girl I guess," she said with a sweet smile. I laughed and started to turn away, but then I felt a blow on the back of my head! I fell to the ground, stunned, and felt Rachel's small hands frisk me quickly for my Taser and handcuffs. I felt larger hands cuff my hands in front of me and haul me into a chair.
When I finally came back to normal I was being held in the chair by the big guy from earlier outside! I started to struggle but he cuffed me on the back of my head with a hand and I fell still.
"What the fuck is going on!" I yelled.
"Peter, just keep him in the chair," Rachel called over her shoulder. She was typing in something on her computer and I saw lines of code flying up the screen. I heard a grunt from behind me and the hands on my shoulders tightened.
"Sorry dear," Rachel said without turning to me. "I've been messing with the books for months and tonight's the night I make my escape with my boyfriend, who I see you've already met."
I held in a gasp. An embezzlement scheme! It all clicked; Peter was trying to get in the ground floor when he ran into me and asked his girlfriend to "do something," i.e. to distract me and get me tied up upstairs while they got away!
"Okay, I'm about done. Sweetheart, could you come double check this?"
Peter released my shoulders and went over to Rachel, bending over her shoulder. I looked at my watch quickly between the handcuff bracelets; it was 12:30 a.m. and I figured I should act fast before they got away.
Moving quickly, I came up behind Peter and elbowed him in the back of the head. He was bigger, but I knew how to fight. I grabbed his head in both of my hands and brought my knee into his face twice. He fell down on the ground, grabbing his face and moaning. Rachel jumped up to stand between me and the door, shaking slightly. I was a lot bigger than her and probably wouldn't have a problem getting past her.
I made my way over to her.
"Ms. Scott, I don't want to hurt you. Just let me get by you and go, and I'll go home and you can go home too with your money. It makes no difference to me!"
"Sorry Max," she said with a sigh, right as she kicked me in the balls with a high-heeled foot. God DAMN that hurt!
I fell to the ground, groaning and cupping my crotch. I was out for at least a minute.
Rachel ran out of the way and came back with something in her hand. I looked up at her, tears dotting my eyes from the pain.
"Sorry dear," she said as she Tasered me in the neck.
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I woke up a few minutes later. My hands were cuffed in front of me still, but now they had tied my ankles together tightly with rope and lashed them to my wrists with a few more coils. I twisted my arms and shoulders but couldn't budge in my bonds.
I looked up to see Rachel and Peter packing away a duffel bag, presumably holding bearer's bonds and other currency. They saw me looking at them and Peter glared at me. His nose was definitely broken, so I guess my escape attempt wasn't completely worthless.
"Peter, just gag him and we can go," Rachel said as she handed her boyfriend a rag. She looked at her watch again. "It's already 12:45!"
Peter got behind me and tied the rag tightly between my teeth. I met his eyes and glared at him as he smirked at me. He and Rachel left the room, turning out the lights.
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By my watch it had been about 15 minutes when they came back. Peter had the back of Rachel's neck clasped tightly in his hand and she was groaning. I mmphed into my gag as I saw them, shocked that they had returned at all!
"Hey kid," he said to me. "You've got company for the night. I figure I can make twice the money, so why not?"
"Peter, please don't do this," Rachel begged.
"Shut up. Go sit down next to the kid and don't say a word."
Rachel sat next to me and mouthed "I'm sorry" to me. I didn't even bother to reply; she'd gotten us into this mess!
Peter came back with coils of rope and a roll of tape.
"Peter, please!"
"I said shut up!"
Rachel sniffed as he bound her hands behind her back tightly with rope, then looped rope around her chest, above and below her breasts, pinning her arms to her side.
"Also, you suck at gagging people," Peter said to her.
With Rachel begging him not to and with my eyes widening, he pulled her panties off and untied the rag from my teeth. I shook my head at him but he stuffed the panties in my mouth before retying the rag between my teeth even more tightly. I couldn't spit the panties out, and the girl had been wearing them all day...yuck.
He tied Rachel's feet together, then her knees, then took off both my socks.
"Open up, honey, or I will hit you so hard you'll spend the night asleep with your new friend."
She gulped and opened wide as he stuffed one, then both socks into her mouth. He took 4 or 5 strips of tape and plastered them over her mouth. I saw a tear roll down her cheek as he stood up to appreciate his work.
"One last thing," he said, taking a last piece of rope in his hands. He turned Rachel on her stomach and she moaned into her gag as he hogtied her tightly, with her feet almost touching her hands.
He took the duffel bag and left the room for good, chuckling as he turned out the lights.
"Good luck you two!"
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Just a few minutes later, I was back to struggling with my bonds, not finding them any user. My gag was far more effective now.
Rachel mumbled at me through a mouthful of socks.
"Hmmph hmpph mmph!" Please help me!
I shook my head angrily at her. No way! She was stuck on her own.
We both tried shouting into our gags, but there was no way we could alert anybody outside, even if there was someone out there.
I looked at my watch after a long time and saw it was 2:00 a.m. I decided I should probably help her get free. Unfortunately, half an hour of picking at the knots didn't do much, and I wasn't willing to peel the tape off her lips and hear her bitch at me all night! Let her taste my socks until morning and maybe that would teach her not to steal!
-The End
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