I found this in an old notebook dated May 2000. I would have been 9 years old then. I find it odd that I wrote this, because I prefer to be the tier, but it could make a good story. I'm posting it now with some spelling and grammar corrections to make it more readable than my 9 year old self was capable of. Please remember, that this was totally the imagination of a child at work, and this story is not to be taken seriously.
It's too warm to sleep. As it is, I'm only in cotton shorts and a small t-shirt. I'm even considering taking that off. I decide to go downstairs for a drink of water. But as I reach the bottom of the stairs, I see a man going through my parent's shelves. My heart skips a beat.
"A robber? Here?" I think. It doesn't look like he has any of our belongings, so I decide to keep it that way. I say in a deep voice,
"Get out of my house!" The crook turns around suddenly. While my voice may have fooled him, my appearance doesn't. At 4 ft. nothing, I barely look 9. But I decide to keep playing the little hero anyway.
"Go away. Leave my family alone." I say in a smaller voice.
"And who's gonna make me kid? You?" the crook closes the distance between us in 3 steps. I look up at him, starting to feel scared.
"I'll scream for help. The cops'll come and get you." I say trying to be brave.
"Not if they can't hear you." said the crook, and with that, he grabs me and covers my mouth with his hand. I fight and try to get away from him, but he's too strong. More than twice my size.
"Now lets get you out of the way." he says and takes me down to the basement. I'm still trying to get away, but somehow, I feel excited. This could be an adventure. He roughly puts me on the cold floor. Considering the humidity outside, it feels good on my bare feet.
"Don't make a sound, kid or you'll regret it." he says. I nod slowly, understanding that he can hurt me. He lets go of my arms and gets out a roll of grey duct tape.
"I didn't plan on using this, but now I will." he hissed and puts a piece over my mouth. Then he starts taping my hands behind my back and tapes my feet together. By this time, I sweat enough to get the tape off my mouth. The crook pulls a rag out of his pocket and says,
"You know, I only planned to rob you, but you don't have anything I want. So I think I'll just take you home instead. You like that idea?" I don't know how to respond. He just laughs and stuffs the rag into my mouth, and wraps my head in duct tape to gag me better.
"MMMMPPPHH!!!" I say.
"Hahaha. nobody's gonna hear you kiddo. Besides, you might as well enjoy it. I can see you already are." I blush. I forgot about THAT. Now my kidnapper had seen it, and he's just going to think I LIKE being kidnapped!
He starts taping my arms down, then moves to my knees. I can hardly move when hes done. The kidnapper picks me up and caries me out the basement door to his car, and puts me in the trunk. We drive for a little while, maybe 15 minuets, then I hear a garage door opening and closing. The car shuts off and the kidnapper opens up the trunk.
"Good morning sweet prince." he says. "Welcome to my hideout." I don't know if its a garage or a basement, but it smells like both. He caries me across the room and sits me in a wooden chair. Its a little too big for me, and my feet dangle well above the floor. He gets his tape out and starts taping me to the chair.
"So, have you ever been kidnapped before?" he asks with a smirk. I shake my head no.
"Well, I can tell you're enjoying yourself." he says with a chuckle. I blush again. I really wish he'd stop pointing that out.
"All done. In an hour you'll get used to the tape. Have fun, little boy." and he walks away.
All alone, tied up in a strangers basement, I start to feel my bonds. I can't wiggle free, so I just decide to sit back and try to relax. What will happen to me?