Even before he pulled out the gun, I realized that he wasn't here to fix my computer. I started for the door to get my neighbor, but once he had that thing pointed at me, I did whatever he wanted. He pulled out my desk chair, positioning it in the center of the room. Then he pushed me into it and emptied a huge pile of rope from the bag I had assumed carried his tools. He took ahold of me and I gasped. Leaning in he told me in a hushed voice that he wasn't here to rape me, so I should get that out of my head right now. However, he had no problem in causing me pain if I refused to do just what he told me. I nodded and whispered a small "Ok". He pulled my arm behind me, and then grunted and stopped. "Take off the sweater", he said. I gasped again and he added a terse "Now!". As I pulled off the garment, he uncoiled a long length of rope. As soon as I was exposed, he grabbed my arm again and pulled it behind the chair. "It will bed easier to tie you tight without anything on top, " he muttered, grabbing my other arm. TIGHT was the operative word there. From the first wind of cord on my wrists, I knew he was going to fix me there in a way I would never get loose without outside help. As he tied, he spoke again, "I bet you now think I'm here to rob you, right, Janet?". The use of my name made me shudder and I whispered for him to take whatever he wanted. He cut me off. "Guess again, Red. Look, all I want from you is what is in your head. That magazine you work for has some rather nasty pictures of my boss. He wants them destroyed and I need to know the layout of the office you work in so I can finish the job,.". I told him I really didn't know much and was rewarded with a tight cinch of rope on my elbows that made me cry out. "Pain," he said through clenched teeth, "Remember?". For the next twenty minutes I was in a surreal conversation, answering his questions as he wound more and more rope on my body. My arms grew numb at once and when hew finished with my legs, they too became tingling and useless. It seemed that the questions he had were in direct proportion to the amount of binding I needed as he finished his last one as he cinched the final knot. He stood up and examined me, sitting fixed to the hard chair. "OK, you've talked enough", he said and from the bag pulled out a length of white cotton cloth with a huge knot in the center. The idea of being left here bound was frightening enough, but having my mouth gagged as well panicked me and I pleased. He ignored it and used my open mouth to get the know inside, As soon as it was he pulled the ends back tightly and wrapped them over my face a second time before tying them over my hair. The cloth was dry and had an odd taste that filled my mouth. It reminded me of something, but I couldn't place until he said "Just like going to the dentist, eh? That crap I put on the gag will numb your mouth and make sure you sit here quiet until I go to the office & get the pictures. Then, I'll come back and we can talk about having a nice night together." He stood there watching as the drug took effect and the room spun. As my head lulled forward I heard him switch off the lights and go.
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