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Thomas lies on his side on a cot with his hands cuffed in front of him. It stings where the rope and zip ties were before. He gazes at the red marks left on his wrists as the woman ties his ankles together with a foot of rope between them. He doesn't protest.

"Comfortable enough?"

He says nothing.

"Right. Goodnight, Thomas. I bet your family misses you." She turns off the lights and leaves him. He can hear crickets and leaves blowing in the wind through the small window above his head. The boy sighs dejectedly.

About half an hour after she's gone, he sits up. He listens for any movement in the house, hears nothing, then gets to work. He can reach his ankles fairly easily. Untying the skillful knots in the dark was the hard part. Once his legs are free, he tries to lose the metal cuffs around his wrists by squeezing out of them. No use. He needs a tool or something. Thomas stands in the dark, carefully feeling around for the worktable with sharp equipment. Maybe he can find something.

CRASH, he just tipped over a shelf. Shitshitshitshit. Thomas scrambles for an exit, but the only available one is that window. He hoists himself onto a chair and out through the tiny rectangular space, and is out in the forest. He runs. He can't see where he's going, he can't see anything other than the house behind him. He brushes into some trees and bushes, making plenty of noise along the way. He's not even sure how far he gets. He trips a lot.

But he's loose. He's out and he's mostly free. The boy gasps in the air and charges through the woods. He can be free. It's all he feels in the moment.

Then he's tackled from behind.

The woman pins him on the damp ground, belly down. Her flashlight thrown on the ground casts tall shadows on the thick trees.He yells, he screams, he was so close to freedom.

"Not even close." she growls. She presses his head to the ground and pulls her knife from its sheath, holding it to the back of his neck. Thomas yells for someone, anyone to help him, he's going to die, please help, but nobody will hear.

"Shut up. You shut the fuck up right now. Look at me." He keeps squirming and yelling.

"I said SHUT UP. God, you can't fucking listen." She grabs his shirt by the collar and forces him to turn on his side.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I won't run away again! Please, I- Don't hurt me, just don't hurt me. I'll do what you say."

"I should have known. I should have known you would do something stupid if you're not tied up tight. You deserve this." She hauls him to his feet and shoves him forward, deeper into the woods.

"Wait, where are we going? Why aren't we going back to the house?" She doesn't answer. She just grabs him by the handcuffs and leads the way. The flashlight shines ahead of them, almost revealing recognizable shapes. Thomas protests each step deeper into the heavy woods. In the night, they can hear all sorts of animal noises, which only make the trek creepier. He notices a bag she's carrying, and dreads what's inside. Maybe she's got a gun and plans to kill him in the middle of the forest. He can't stop thinking these horrible horrible thoughts. Soon the woman stops in front of a tall maple tree. She looks it up and down, then turns to face Thomas.

"Kneel. With your back to the tree."

He stares at her, partially blinded by the flashlight.

"What?"

"Do it."

Seeing he has no choice, he obeys. Slowly, he gets down on the soft earth and leans timidly against the bark. He knows what she's going to do and he's trying to think of a way out of it. The woman puts the light down and takes some rope out of her bag. Her cold hands roughly grab one of his shackled wrists. She makes a strong cuff, pulls the rope around the tree, then holds tight to the other wrist. She unlocks the metal handcuffs, pulls the rope, yanking one arm back behind the tree, then makes the rope cuff on the other wrist. He winces in pain, trying not to yell again. He doesn't want to get hurt. The poor boy just lets loose like a rag doll, his heart sinking deeper and deeper. His captor then wraps a rope around his waist, binding it to the trunk and ties it off in the back where it's just barely out of his reach. Then she moves on to his legs, tying them much in the same way she tied his wrists- tough rope cuffs on the ankles going around the back of the tree.

The woman steps back from her work and shakes her head at Thomas. He avoids her eyes.

"This is your fault, kiddo. I told you I'm in charge. You better listen."

"Fuck you," he mumbles. She groans in annoyance and takes out a long scarf from the bag.

"Do you just forget the position you're in? Because it seems like you do. Every single time you open your mouth." Pulling the scarf through his teeth, she ties it around the back of the tree, propping up his head preventing him from relaxing his neck. He swears at her but the cleave gag pulls at the corners of his mouth and suppresses his voice.

"Behave, or I'm never making the ransom call."

He tries to tell her that he'll be good, he's sorry for what he did, but she's already hiking back down to the house, taking the light with her. Once again, Thomas is stranded in the dark.

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He just can't catch a break, can he?
There was a timejump between parts 6 and this one. It skips most of the day, so you can assume that between breakfast and nightfall Thomas is just tied up. The woman lets him use the bathroom and feeds him enough.

Also in that timeframe: part 6.5 is in my scraps folder, and it's from the POV of two random investigators who are looking for Thomas the morning after his kidnapping. Filler!

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Thomas lies on his side on a cot with his hands cuffed in front of him. It stings where the rope and zip ties were before. He gazes at the red marks left on his wrists as the woman ties his ankles together with a foot of rope between them. He doesn't protest.

"Comfortable enough?"

He says nothing.

"Right. Goodnight, Thomas. I bet your family misses you." She turns off the lights and leaves him. He can hear crickets and leaves blowing in the wind through the small window above his head. The boy sighs dejectedly.

About half an hour after she's gone, he sits up. He listens for any movement in the house, hears nothing, then gets to work. He can reach his ankles fairly easily. Untying the skillful knots in the dark was the hard part. Once his legs are free, he tries to lose the metal cuffs around his wrists by squeezing out of them. No use. He needs a tool or something. Thomas stands in the dark, carefully feeling around for the worktable with sharp equipment. Maybe he can find something.

CRASH, he just tipped over a shelf. Shitshitshitshit. Thomas scrambles for an exit, but the only available one is that window. He hoists himself onto a chair and out through the tiny rectangular space, and is out in the forest. He runs. He can't see where he's going, he can't see anything other than the house behind him. He brushes into some trees and bushes, making plenty of noise along the way. He's not even sure how far he gets. He trips a lot.

But he's loose. He's out and he's mostly free. The boy gasps in the air and charges through the woods. He can be free. It's all he feels in the moment.

Then he's tackled from behind.

The woman pins him on the damp ground, belly down. Her flashlight thrown on the ground casts tall shadows on the thick trees.He yells, he screams, he was so close to freedom.

"Not even close." she growls. She presses his head to the ground and pulls her knife from its sheath, holding it to the back of his neck. Thomas yells for someone, anyone to help him, he's going to die, please help, but nobody will hear.

"Shut up. You shut the fuck up right now. Look at me." He keeps squirming and yelling.

"I said SHUT UP. God, you can't fucking listen." She grabs his shirt by the collar and forces him to turn on his side.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I won't run away again! Please, I- Don't hurt me, just don't hurt me. I'll do what you say."

"I should have known. I should have known you would do something stupid if you're not tied up tight. You deserve this." She hauls him to his feet and shoves him forward, deeper into the woods.

"Wait, where are we going? Why aren't we going back to the house?" She doesn't answer. She just grabs him by the handcuffs and leads the way. The flashlight shines ahead of them, almost revealing recognizable shapes. Thomas protests each step deeper into the heavy woods. In the night, they can hear all sorts of animal noises, which only make the trek creepier. He notices a bag she's carrying, and dreads what's inside. Maybe she's got a gun and plans to kill him in the middle of the forest. He can't stop thinking these horrible horrible thoughts. Soon the woman stops in front of a tall maple tree. She looks it up and down, then turns to face Thomas.

"Kneel. With your back to the tree."

He stares at her, partially blinded by the flashlight.

"What?"

"Do it."

Seeing he has no choice, he obeys. Slowly, he gets down on the soft earth and leans timidly against the bark. He knows what she's going to do and he's trying to think of a way out of it. The woman puts the light down and takes some rope out of her bag. Her cold hands roughly grab one of his shackled wrists. She makes a strong cuff, pulls the rope around the tree, then holds tight to the other wrist. She unlocks the metal handcuffs, pulls the rope, yanking one arm back behind the tree, then makes the rope cuff on the other wrist. He winces in pain, trying not to yell again. He doesn't want to get hurt. The poor boy just lets loose like a rag doll, his heart sinking deeper and deeper. His captor then wraps a rope around his waist, binding it to the trunk and ties it off in the back where it's just barely out of his reach. Then she moves on to his legs, tying them much in the same way she tied his wrists- tough rope cuffs on the ankles going around the back of the tree.

The woman steps back from her work and shakes her head at Thomas. He avoids her eyes.

"This is your fault, kiddo. I told you I'm in charge. You better listen."

"Fuck you," he mumbles. She groans in annoyance and takes out a long scarf from the bag.

"Do you just forget the position you're in? Because it seems like you do. Every single time you open your mouth." Pulling the scarf through his teeth, she ties it around the back of the tree, propping up his head preventing him from relaxing his neck. He swears at her but the cleave gag pulls at the corners of his mouth and suppresses his voice.

"Behave, or I'm never making the ransom call."

He tries to tell her that he'll be good, he's sorry for what he did, but she's already hiking back down to the house, taking the light with her. Once again, Thomas is stranded in the dark.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-

He just can't catch a break, can he?
There was a timejump between parts 6 and this one. It skips most of the day, so you can assume that between breakfast and nightfall Thomas is just tied up. The woman lets him use the bathroom and feeds him enough.

Also in that timeframe: part 6.5 is in my scraps folder, and it's from the POV of two random investigators who are looking for Thomas the morning after his kidnapping. Filler!

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