Wrists tied above my head to bed posts. Ankles restrained to the bed posts. Wearing only my underwear. Scared to talk. I was at the mercy of my captor in May of 2008. It was my first trip to my cousin's house in 2 years and he was 20 and I was 18. His house is located in Allen, Texas. It took me 3 hours to drive there from Houston. Then, I was welcomed in. First, he threw me into the swimming pool that he just fixed up that spring. Then we barbequed hot dogs and burgers and ate them. Third, we watched a movie and played cards. Finally, he asked me if I would love to be tied up. Charlie's question did not strike me as odd since he knew about my interest, but I said only if you can capture me and I started to run away. He was faster and stronger than me so it was not surprising when he caught up to me, grabbed my ankles, and pulled me down. He then dragged me by my ankles to the bedroom where he proceeded to strip me down to my underwear. That is how I arrived at where I am.
He studied me and stared at me as he decided what to do with me. He tickled my feet with his fingers, and my response was light laughter. I was tired at the time, and I was not that ticklish in that state, but my cousin did not care. He stroked my belly, and I giggled. He grazed my underarms and I erupted into heavier laughter. I was totally at his mercy.
He rubbed ice cubes all over my body, and I complained that it was too cold. He seemed unfazed by this. Next he told me that my torture was only the beginning. He then untied me, but then he restrained me to a chair, hands behind my back, -and each leg restrained to the chair. He then gagged me witg duct tape and left the room.
To be Continued