Hastings sat at his desk contemplating his next victim. He had already taken care of the major competition. "Let's see," He thought. Who shall I do next?"
Then his eye caught a name on the list. Angelscuck. He was not one of the top five, in fact he was a relative newcomer but he had been rising fast on the list.
"Sometimes these newbies get lucky," Hastings mused. "This writer could be a dark horse and surprise all of us! He could be sandbagging us and have a lot of stories in reserve. Besides, he is such a wimpy little cuckold sissy, it would be fun to kill him just for the fun of it. Put an end to that incessant whining, he always does in his stories. Yes, Angelscuck, you are next!"
Hastings contemplated the best way to do-in the little bitch. Then he remembered one of his stories where his wife Angel had left instructions for him to handcuff and gag himself and wait for further instructions, on a cruise ship, and the little pussy did it. "Perfect," he thought. This is going to be easy.
First he emailed Angelscuck, posing as an official from Literoticum, requesting needed information, such as his name, address and telephone number, to verify his eligibility for the contest.
Angelscuck, being new to the site, quickly provided the information as to not be disqualified.
Hastings next composed a note to the author from his beloved Angel. It read. "Darling, it's time for more fun and games, please, meet me at the Seahorse Hotel, Room #7 at noon today. You will find instructions in the room. Obey them to the letter. Love, Your Angel." Hastings then called the telephone number that Angelscuck had provided.
"Hello," Angelscuck answered.
Hastings answered, "Yes, may I please speak to Angel?"
"I'm sorry," Angelscuck replied, "She's at work until late this evening, can I take a message?"
"No thank you, I will call back later," Hastings replied. "Perfect" he thought. "This is too easy!"
He then drove to Angelscuck's apartment, left the phony note from Angel on the front door welcome mat, rang the bell and quickly left.
Angelscuck answered the door and finding no one there; glanced down to see if a UPS package was left. He then saw the note. After reading it, he realized he didn't have much time.
After showering and getting dressed, he made a couple of quick calls and headed for the Seahorse Hotel.
In the meantime, Hastings had gone to the pre-rented room, and checked to make sure he had left the instructions and the items for Angelscuck on the dresser and hid in the closet just before the arranged meeting time.
Angelscuck arrived at the room a few minutes after twelve and read the instructions on the dresser from his wife.
"Darling, please trust me. Undress, take the four pairs of handcuffs and a ball gag on the dresser and gag yourself, then handcuff yourself to the chair like you did on the cruise."
Angelscuck quickly complied and sat waiting naked, gagged and helpless in the chair.
