"Damn rain!" I fished my keys out of the puddle beside my door. Work had been horrible, there'd been three parties of eight, and a birthday party. I burnt myself when I picked up one of their dinners, a little kid from the birthday party had ran into me and made me drop the desserts, so I had to go back and get more. I shook the muck off of my keys and fiddled until I got the key into the door. What I wouldn't give for a hot bath, but first I had to pee. I threw the door open and was off to the bathroom. When I finished washing my hands I went to go drop my bag off in my room and grab some nice thick flannel pjs to snuggle in, but when I turned to the doorway I was stunned to find four strangers staring at me. Three women and a man all dressed in suits, I thought that they couldn't be burglars. Then two of the women grabbed my arms tightly before I could say anything. "What the fu-" my question was cut short when the third woman shoved something inside my mouth then she tied it tightly against the base of my neck. I could hardly move my tongue.
"Grab her feet." I tried to fight back and kick at her, but she just calmly grabbed my feet in her arms and lifted. I panicked. I yanked and kicked and pulled and squirmed, I screamed through my gag, but the three women only walked carefully into my bedroom. The women maneuvered me carefully into a highbacked wooden chair from my kitchen. The woman at my feet quickly handcuffed my feet to the chair. Then she tied my left arm and then my right to the chair arms.
She fastened a cord around my waist to the chair. "I'm sorry," she mouthed to me. The man yanked on a braid that ran almost all the way to her knees. She whimpered. I pulled at my bonds, and the handcuffs dug into my ankles, the rope into my arms. He tugged even harder on her braid.
"You will behave."
"Yes master." Tears welled in her eyes, but she didn't bend to try and relieve some of the pain from his pulling her braid. He pulled sharply then released her. I shivered, afraid.
"Morag, you will be punished later." He turned to me, his grey eyes cold. I wanted to run, because his eyes were empty of all emotion. "As for you, Gwen, you are mine. You will do as I say when I say it. If you don't believe me now, you will. Now you have a choice, you can cooperate and walk out with us, like we're your friends and you're going to go out for a drink, or I can use my stun-gun on you and you can go out with us looking like you've already had a few." He traced his finger along my cheek and lightly ran his finger over my lips, then down my neck, stopping only when he came to the edge of the v to my blouse. "First though, I think that a change of clothes would be more appropriate for going to our party, don't you?"