Once satisfied that her elbows were tied tight enough together he wrapped the free end of the rope loosely, twice around her neck, then fastened it around the knot between her elbows.
"You're going to tell me all about Gus." He said calmly and meaningfully into her ear.
The rope wasn't tight enough around her neck to restrict her breathing but once he'd tied it off behind her, the arrangement allowed him to control her movements with just one hand.
Not yet receiving any verbal response from her, he continued with his pre-inquisition. "It was you who'd been kidnapped wasn't it?"
Content with his bindings he dragged her backwards away from the door and forced her to sit down on one of the three chairs, ensuring her arms were over the backrest of the chair.
He wrapped the remainder of the rope around the top of the wooden chair back, tying it off again between her elbows to finish.
Using the roll of tape from the table he began cocooning the adhesive plastic around her upper arms, forming the top half of an arm binder as he applied layer upon layer of inescapable stress to her shoulders.
"Ok. Ok. What do you want to know?" She shouted with a clear tone of discomfort in her voice.
"Later my dear." He said. "I have a little present from Tess for you first."
He took her jacket and placed it on the table then went back to rummage through the box's contents again.
Whet he'd first met Tess and falsely lured her into moving out to an imaginary beach resort in sunny Algiers with him, his intentions where always to keep her for himself here in the blockhouse with her own personal necklace, the real purpose of which had been designed by Ally as a collar.
Now faced with this turn of events he needed to use the necklace for a different application, around Ingrid's wrists.
The collar remained in the form of a thick necklace shaped silicone mould, ready to be filled with cold cast liquid metal resin, once in position around his intended victim's neck.
Being careful with the mould as he only had one shot at this, he removed it from the box along with a tube of metallic resin.
With the items in hand he knelt behind her at the back of the chair and tore off a length of tape.
To prevent her from damaging the silicone mould during the time it would take for the resin to set, he had to immobilise her forearms as much as practically possible before fitting the mould.
Having her elbows tightly roped in such a way forced her forearms together leaving little freedom of movement.
Ally twisted the palms of her hands to face each other and held them together with one hand. His other hand stuck the tape to one of her lower arms and began wrapping them at the area of the creases of her elbows.
Ingrid did not struggle.
She could quite easily rock the chair away or even stand up with it hanging from her arms as her legs weren't restrained at all. Instead, she accepted defeat and interlocked her fingers, allowing him to continue.
Once satisfied that her elbows were secure, he released her palms in preparation for slipping the mould over her hands and rest it around her wrists.
He again cursed to himself in hindsight for not buying the handcuffs from Mandy at the adult store when he had the chance. They would have been perfect for this occasion he thought but he had to move forward with the tools he had and continue using his own initiative.
The adhesive resin came in two cylindrical tubes joined together side by side. Each had its own designation of a double width plunger at the top end, with a two-into-one, spiral mixing tube attached to their openings at the bottom.
He placed the nozzle end of the long, thin mixing tube into a small slit he'd prepared on the inside of the mould and depressed the double plunger, sending equal amounts of adhesive and hardener down into the mixing tube.
The end of this mixing tube extruded the two part liquid, beginning the chemical reaction which would soon result in a solid metal resin within the mould.
"What do you want to know?" Ingrid asked.
"You'll have your chance minute." He replied.
The inside of the mould had been designed to produce a round, one inch wide necklace after the resin had set and the silicone rubber had been cut away. According to the instructions on the resin tube, this process should only take thirty minutes but Ally wanted to allow at least a couple of hours to be absolutely sure.
He pumped the liquid metal around the mould until full then sealed the small opening on the inside of the circle with a small piece of tape.
Before putting the adhesive gun down, he stuck a strip of tape to the floor and poured a straight line 'bead' of the liquid metal along it to use as an indicator of when the resin had set hard.
The clock had now begun ticking.
With the chemically hardening, resin filled, circular necklace mould in one hand, he hurriedly rummaged through the cardboard box for one of the many standard bracelet moulds he knew he'd brought with him.
Ally knew exactly what he wanted and exactly what to do with it.
He quickly selected a thick rubber mould which he'd used in the past to form solid round bracelets with the resultant hole through the middle being two and a half inches to allow the wearer to be able to put it on and off again with ease.
With less than twenty seconds gone he inserted the spout of the mixing tube and depressed the double plunger, filling the bracelet mould to capacity.
Approaching the one minute mark, he quickly squashed down the necklace mould and pushed it half way through the centre of the bracelet mould to create the beginnings of his own figure of eight design wrist restraints.
'Voala' he thought to himself. 'An instant pair of handcuffs.'
Ingrid could feel his attempts at sliding something smooth and loose over her wrists but had no idea of what it was.
Natural politeness instinctively encouraged her to stretch out her fingers in a downward pointing direction as she felt the silicone rubber being slipped over the width of her hands.
Once over the threshold of her knuckles, the two hoops came to rest loosely around her wrists.
Conscious of time, he began to bite off strips of tape and wrap them around the mould, on the insides of her wrists, either side of the centre ring.
By doing this, he tightened down the size of the loops around each of Ingrid's wrists, forming them into shape, around the contours of her flesh and bone, once the middle of the mould had been forced together, tighter against her skin.
He continued to build up tape gently at either side of the central bracelet mould until satisfied that there would be no uneven, weak spots or bulges once the resin had set.
The restraints already had enough rigidity in them to hold her wrists comfortably apart in the middle and without any knowledge of his finishing intentions, she had no reason to push her wrists together any further than they already were.
"That's it." He said admiring the finishing touches of her soon-to-be 'rigid restraints'. "You can start talking now."
Ingrid began. "Gus is a man I fucked to romance his financial details, then ripped him off for more than nine hundred thousand, over a period of time in bank transfers." She confessed. "He owns a complex in Morocco near Marrakesh, which is where I suspect they were taking me and is probably where Tess is heading."
