Patti had a problem - actually two of them. The first was her addiction to gambling. even with no money to back it up, she played the numbers, bet on the races and then even sporting evens that she had no clue on. This led to the second problem - Patti lost a lot and wasn't able to pay her debts. That is how she found herself sitting in her apartment , her ankles bound, with two uninvited guests who she found there when she came in from work. One of the men held a very ugly gun on the slim girl, while the other explained just how much trouble she was in unless she came up with cash now. The girl tearfully explained that she didn't have the cash in her apartment, but she would write them a check. Surprising to her, they agreed and she wrote out the document. Once she handed it over, the man closest to her pulled out another length of rope and grabbed her arms. He pulled her wrists behind her and crushed them together before tying each in crossed in place. Patti begged, saying this wasn't part of the deal. In response, the other man took the gun and shoved the barrel in the girl's mouth, Patti froze as the hard metal barely missed her teeth. Wide eyed, she sat there frozen as one man bound her while the other explained that the only deal on the table was how good that check was. Trying to work her tongue around the gun, she wanted to say it WAS good but as the gun went in farther she shut up. When the man tying her was done, his pArtner removed the gun and it was replaced with a balled up hanky jammed into Patti's cheeks. She choked and coughed (knowing now why these were called "gags") as an elastic wrap was pulled over her open lips. Wind after wind circled her face and soon she was silenced as securely as she was bound. Taking the check, the man left leaving his partner to watch Patti. As if he wasn't creepy enough, the little weasel began to paw at the bound girl as if it were a game. Patti squirmed and tried to pull away, but she was easy pickings. Finally, he grew tired and sat back. His dark eyes closed and by his breathing she could tell he was out. Patti inched away, but knew if she tried to leave the couch she'd be grabbed. Instead, she used her long nails on the ropes on her wrists. Luckily, one knot was in reach and she worked it it. So intent was her work, Patti failed to hear the door open and she had no idea what was happening until she was grabbed with the gun again jabbed into her face. "Bad news, bitch - the check was as good as your word." Patti prayed to pass out as rough hands pulled her bound body from the couch.
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