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I sat in my dirty little corner, in my lonely room, bound hand and foot with uncomfortably thin ropes. The cleave gag shoved in my mouth had a huge knot in the middle, making it difficult to form a single word.
For the past 45 minutes, I had been wriggling about in my ropes, feeling the tightness around my body. I was tired and needed a break. Helplessness was beginning to take over as I leaned against the nearest wall, sighing into the large, cloth ball that I was forced to bite into.
After a few long minutes, the door opened suddenly, causing me to perk up where I sat. When my eyes saw the two men who left me here, I felt myself draw back slightly.
“Good to see you’re still tied up,” chuckled one, “Make sure she’s not tried to escape, wouldn’t want her to give our place away.”
I watched as the other man walked to me, bending down eye level and started to fidget with the knots. I felt as any progress I had made was quickly reset with a few hard tugs, “ghhuunnff,” I grunted as he finally finished by tugging hard on the ends of my knotted cleave gag.
“Knots were just a tad loose, but nothing we should have been worried about,” said the squatter, “What are we going to do?”
The other man scratched his chin, “If she’s a cop, or an agent of some kind trying to bust us we could ransom her back to the police.”
“Good idea, you go find where you put her phone to snap some photos and I’ll make sure she won’t try anything until you get back,” said the man who rechecked the knots, taking a seat in a dirty, foldout chair.
I wanted to struggle against my newly tightened restraints, but while this creep kept watch there’s no way I’d be able to get away.
“Bet you’re feeling real stupid now aren’t you?” He asked with a smile, “Thought you might get the jump on us, but here you are.” He crossed his arms in front of his chest, leaning back in the chair. I just stared at him, pleading with my eyes as I bit down on the thick ball of cloth tied in my mouth.
The other squatter returned with my phone,“Ready to make some cash?” he asked preparing it to snap some quick pictures to send. The flash was bright, causing me to squint each time a picture was taken.
“These are some pretty good pictures I think, let’s send the ransom,” said the man who was sitting as they both left the room once again.
20 minutes later, the outside of the factory was flooded with police cruisers. Guess they didn’t know about tracing calls. The two were arrested for their list of crimes which I had no idea they had, and escorted kindly to prison. Having a bunch of officers burst into my lonely room, and seeing me bound and gagged in the corner had to be one of the top most embarrassing moments of my life so far.
Lesson learned. Read your signs.

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I sat in my dirty little corner, in my lonely room, bound hand and foot with uncomfortably thin ropes. The cleave gag shoved in my mouth had a huge knot in the middle, making it difficult to form a single word.
For the past 45 minutes, I had been wriggling about in my ropes, feeling the tightness around my body. I was tired and needed a break. Helplessness was beginning to take over as I leaned against the nearest wall, sighing into the large, cloth ball that I was forced to bite into.
After a few long minutes, the door opened suddenly, causing me to perk up where I sat. When my eyes saw the two men who left me here, I felt myself draw back slightly.
“Good to see you’re still tied up,” chuckled one, “Make sure she’s not tried to escape, wouldn’t want her to give our place away.”
I watched as the other man walked to me, bending down eye level and started to fidget with the knots. I felt as any progress I had made was quickly reset with a few hard tugs, “ghhuunnff,” I grunted as he finally finished by tugging hard on the ends of my knotted cleave gag.
“Knots were just a tad loose, but nothing we should have been worried about,” said the squatter, “What are we going to do?”
The other man scratched his chin, “If she’s a cop, or an agent of some kind trying to bust us we could ransom her back to the police.”
“Good idea, you go find where you put her phone to snap some photos and I’ll make sure she won’t try anything until you get back,” said the man who rechecked the knots, taking a seat in a dirty, foldout chair.
I wanted to struggle against my newly tightened restraints, but while this creep kept watch there’s no way I’d be able to get away.
“Bet you’re feeling real stupid now aren’t you?” He asked with a smile, “Thought you might get the jump on us, but here you are.” He crossed his arms in front of his chest, leaning back in the chair. I just stared at him, pleading with my eyes as I bit down on the thick ball of cloth tied in my mouth.
The other squatter returned with my phone,“Ready to make some cash?” he asked preparing it to snap some quick pictures to send. The flash was bright, causing me to squint each time a picture was taken.
“These are some pretty good pictures I think, let’s send the ransom,” said the man who was sitting as they both left the room once again.
20 minutes later, the outside of the factory was flooded with police cruisers. Guess they didn’t know about tracing calls. The two were arrested for their list of crimes which I had no idea they had, and escorted kindly to prison. Having a bunch of officers burst into my lonely room, and seeing me bound and gagged in the corner had to be one of the top most embarrassing moments of my life so far.
Lesson learned. Read your signs.