Somebody once told me that a bath was the answer to a girl's prayers. Not sure if I agree or not, but I've got to say that after being tied up for so long it feels pretty damn good. For the first time since my capture I can stretch every part of me unimpeded. And the warm bathwater makes each stretch easier. There's not much that could make me feel better right now, but the bath helps.
Looking around me I see a nicely appointed bath. It looks so nice I swear it was decorated by a woman. On a tray next to the tub I frown when I see my own travel toiletries. Kind of alarmed at the prospect of a long stay I pick up the bottle body wash and put it to use cleaning up.
Next I pick up the mirror on the tray and look at my hair. It looked a bit wild but not too bad, so I run my fingers through it and then take the brush and go about getting the knots out. This is just as well because all too soon I hear a knock at the door.
"10 minutes to dry off and come out, Jess."
Terrific, I glare at the door and take a deep breath before pushing myself up. What can I say? The thought of going back inside the other room so doesn't thrill me.
I grab the bath sheet off the rack and wrap it around myself using my last couple of minutes to rub lotion into my arms and legs. Just as I finish he appears in the doorway.
"Ready?"
"Do I look ready?"
"Ready enough. Your clothes are in the bedroom. Come on out."
Walking past him I see the clothes laid out on the bed. My clothes and not even the ones I was wearing before my bath.
This time it's a top and bottom I usually wear when working out. Next to it are a fresh pair of panties and a bra as well as a pair of slipper socks.
"You're choice as to whether you want to wear everything of course."
"You don't have a girl do you?"
"What brings that up?"
"You're going to stand there and watch me dress aren't you?"
"That was the idea, yeah."
"You obviously, don't know what girl looks like when she's not wearing any clothes."
With just a couple of steps he crossed over and pulled my hair back and I shut my eyes in reflex.
"Open them Jessica."
His eyes look cold as ice when I open my own.
"Look…."
"Stop it. Think you can say anything you want and I'll take it? Do you?"
"I …."
"Answer me."
"No."
His grip on my hair tightens and pulls me back further.
"NO!"
"That's right. You can't. Now do you have something to say to me?"
"Sorry?"
He pulls even harder on my hair, making me hold my breath and speaks softly into my ear.
"I didn't hear you."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it."
With that he releases my hair and watches it fall back to its natural state.
"Now let's get you dressed and take care of this pretty hair, shall we?" He strokes my hair, smoothing it back into place.
He offers me the bra and panties, which I decline and then sits down on the bed as he watches me pull on the light blue long sleeve shit leaving my belly exposed and matching drawstring pants that sit at my hips. Sitting down to put on the socks I see my captor pick up the roll of tape and rip a strip off.
He looks at me as he plasters it across my lips.
"Obviously, you need help controlling that mouth of yours."
I sit still as he peels off another strip and lays it over top covering my face down to the chin. He moves down to my hands and quickly ties them together before moving down to my feet and tying them together. He swings my legs up onto the bed and sits down beside them.
"Do you talk to every guy you meet the way you talk to me?'
I turn my head away from him and he grabs my chin and turns it back.
"Don't turn away when I'm talking to you. It isn't nice."
He keeps a grip on my chin as he lays me back on the bed and stretches my hands out above me and uses what's left around my wrists to tie them to the slat in the headboard. I grunt when he tightens the rope but he ignores me and moves on to my legs using a new rope to tie my feet to the footboard leaving me barely able to move.
When he gets up from the bed I see him grab a camera and I shake my head as he snaps a couple of shots.
"Feel good?"
I shake my head no and moan for some relief.
"Too bad. I think a good stretch might make you see things differently. But if not I'm sure I can think of something different."
I keep trying to get him to take the tape off but he just snaps a few more pictures and stalks out of the room leaving me in this eerily familiar position. Although this time I'm stretched so long it's not nearly as comfortable as it was in my own bed.
When it's clear he's not coming back for awhile I lean my head back so I can see my hands. They're pressed tight against the slat and there aren't any knots handy to undo. In an effort to create my own slack I tug at my arms a few times but they stay just as tight and give my shoulders a slow burn feeling. The results of pulling with my feet are pretty much the same and I'm no better off now then when I started.
Catching my breath I take my first good look around the room which is actually fairly nice. But it gives me no clues as to where I might be. The trees outside my window could easily be a block away from my own house.
It's getting very frustrating to be stuck starting at trees through a window even if I am on a bed this time. And that has to be the reason why I start pulling at my ropes again even harder than the first time. When I can't pull anymore I scream through my gag and close my eyes for a rest until I calm down.
It seems a rest has turned into a nap because what wakes me up is a warm wet cloth going across my forehead.
"Hey there, you're just a little cold. I thought this might help."
I blink the sleep out of my eyes as he finishes up and drops the cloth in a bowl on the table.
"Look, I'm sorry about before. I had a little too much to drink. I still say you were wrong about the no girlfriend crack, but I could have handled it a bit better. Now, if we can agree to be nicer to each other I'll take that tape off and let you get more comfortable."
Seeing the sorrow in his face it's easy to tell he means what he says and I nod my agreement. Being nicer might be better for both of us.
He releases my legs first from the footboard but not untying them and then moves up to lets my arms down from above me. After helping me sit up and placing a pillow behind my back he undoes the mass of tape from my mouth and then uses the cloth he had b4 to try and rub away the stickiness it left behind.
"I'm sorry about what I said. I didn't mean it. It just popped into my head when I saw you were going to watch me dress."
"Automatic pilot then."
"Yeah, I guess."
"So then it's not just the guy who tied you up that you talk to that way then."
"Probably, I never thought about it."
"Maybe you should."
Shrugging my shoulders I look out the window.
"Maybe you should think about your drinking."
"Well lucky for you I don't drink often. But, as long as we're being nice to each other maybe I could offer you one though."
"A real drink, an alcoholic beverage?"
"As long as you come downstairs you can have whatever drinks you like."
Well, I've already seen the bedroom. May as well as have a tour."
Picking up a length of rope he straightens it out and examines it.
"You're not carrying me down the stairs I hope."
"No, definitely not. You'll walk down yourself. Consider it extra wrapping to help you stick to your end of the deal."
I sigh but say nothing as he gets behind me and loops the rope around my chest pinning my arms to my side. And then swinging my legs down to the floor and unties the rope holding them together.
Slipping a hand under my arm he pulls me up and after steadying me guides through the hall and down the steps to the first floor. After we're standing in the kitchen he takes his arm out and brings in an armchair from the dining area.
"Since we're being nice do you mind if I stand for awhile?"
"Yes, I do mind. The deal was nice not stupid. Now have a seat."
"It was worth a shot."
I take my seat and he leans me forward a bit to undo the knot to my chest rope and unwrap it a bit. Then he rewinds it around me and the back of the chair holding much the same way he did in my bedroom. Next he uses a length of rope to tie my ankles together and fastens them to 1 chair leg. Moving up he ties one more rope above and below my knees and the extra length around the seat cushion. Finally he unties my wrists leaving one free while the other is tied to the chair arm.
"How does that feel?"
"Does the word overkill have any personal meaning for you?"
"Does the word sarcasm have any for you?"
"Just saying…."
"Call it thorough. After last night, I see no reason not to be."
"Last night…that was an exercise in futility."
"Not for me, now have some wine."
I take it my free hand and sip cautiously before taking a full swallow. Seeing the look on my face he takes the glass back and examines it.
"You don't like it? It's newly opened."
"No it's a nice wine. Just surprised me that's all. Like everything else lately."
"What do you mean everything else?"
"Just everything, I don't know."
He hands me back the wine and I take a gulp as he leans against the counter.
"Sure you do, just tell me."
"Alright fine, maybe I expected to be left in some dark room alone or that you'd steal something and leave me in my house. Instead, I'm here talking to you in a really nice place and I'm not even mostly afraid of you. And I don't know why, ok?"
He gives me a long quiet look and I take a smaller sip of wine.
"Are you asking why you're here or why you're not afraid of me?"
"Maybe I'm not asking anything."
"Your choice of course. You can ask me anything you like as long your gag is off. Can't say if I'll be able to answer them but go ahead and ask."
"Well then I guess I'll ask the obvious…How long before the gag goes back on?"
"It goes back on when your wine is finished."
"Well, good thing it's not finished yet."
"So it would seem."
"Alright, so tell me about this house. Why this one?"
"First it's not a house, it's a cabin. Second, this cabin belongs to me. I own it."
"Kidnapping girls pays well enough to buy this place?"
"I wouldn't say that as I don't make my living from kidnapping girls. I made most of it the old fashioned way."
"And that would be…."
"I was born into it."
I take another sip of wine as I contemplate that answer. It definitely wasn't what I expected to hear.
"Are you telling me you don't make any money off the girls you kidnap? Or that you have a legal job?"
"Believe it or not, I don't do this for a living. What I do, I wouldn't call a job. But, it is legal."
"So what is it?"
"I play games, usually Poker."
"So then what are we doing here if you make money playing poker?"
"Lately, I haven't been playing very well. So, I'm taking what you might call a sabbatical."
I look at my ropes and the chair after I swallow some more wine.
"Your idea of a sabbatical is twisted."
"Tell me about it."
"No offense, but I really can't believe I'm having this conversation."
"None taken, it is kind of surreal. But, I do believe it's just about over."
I look at my glass and see it's very close to empty.
"Not quite. I think I get one or maybe two more questions before this is finished."
"Well if I'm right about your first question, the answer's no."
"What?"
I nod when he taps my glass.
"Ah…no I don't actually want another glass of wine. I want to know what your name is."
"My name?"
"Do I hear an echo? Yes, your name. Seems only fair since you know mine."
When I see the hesitation on his face I decide to up the stakes.
"I want to know your name and what you did with the pictures you took of me this morning."
"Alright, my name is Jack. As for the pictures I took…."
He's interrupted by a knock on the door and as quick as I can open my mouth he shoves a towel into it and knots it tightly behind my neck. It's all so quick I drop my glass onto the floor and it shatters. The knock sounds again louder this time as Jack whispers in my ear "Don't touch anything." In a very deliberate voice.
He returns from answering the door in what seems less than a minute with his attention clearly not on me anymore. Without a word Jack ties my free hand to the arm of the chair and holds my head still as he wraps a bandage around to blindfold me. Last the towel is untied only to be replaced by a wad of cloth and tape across my mouth and chin.
Even as I scream into my gag Jack stays quiet leaving me no clues as to why I've been plunged back into the dark.