Keys shake in her hand as she fumbles to unlock the front door. Stepping through and shutting it behind her, she leans against it, head thumping lightly into the cold steel.
"You can do this. You have your instructions."
She whispers out loud in an attempt to drive down the anxiety making her heart pound in her ears. Taking a deep breath she follows the rest of her normal routine: keys and purse on the appropriate hangers, shoes left in the entryway. But this time she tidies the area up a bit, and doesn't lock the door. She pads into the kitchen, refills her water bottle and stands frozen at the sink.
"Quit stalling. You're giving him this control. You did this. You're allowing this. Don't chicken out now" she mentally chides herself.
Another deep breath and she climbs the stairs to her bedroom. Peeling off her work clothes, she drops them in the hamper. She looks towards her comfy lounge clothes on the bed, and sighs. Going instead to the bag that lives atop the armoire and bringing it down. Digging around for a bit, she finds what she needs and anxiously looks towards the clock. 15 minutes. Just 15 minutes.
A quick bathroom break, running her hands over her legs and labia, just to make sure the hasty shave before work was adequate. Adds one more swipe of deodorant just in case. She begins to follow the instructions burned into her memory from the moment she saw the email.
"Hair in a loose ponytail at the nape of your neck." Check.
She clicks off the light and returns to the entryway with arms full. Where to start...
She rolls the foam earplugs between her fingers and slips them into place, making sure to hold them in place until they seat properly. She knows cheating will only hurt her in the end.
Crap! The muffs!! She looks at the clock in a panic, realizing she has 6 minutes to be in place.
Dropping the rest of the supplies in the floor, she scampers downstairs to her firearms bag, dumping everything in the floor and grabbing her earmuff hearing protection. Back upstairs; she sits and slips them over her head. Leather cuffs around her ankles are next, clipped together by a simple carabineer.
3 minutes.....
Matching leather wrist cuffs follow, then the ball gag.
Will he really show up the minute he told her to be ready???? She thinks...