Ally lay in her bed awake, and her mind raced as she tried to process everything that had happened to her that day. Her predicament was ongoing, truthfully, so she focused on taking stock of her current situation.
She was lying on her side, naked. Her hands were in front of her, balled into tight fists and wrapped first with some kind of plastic wrap, then with heavy duct tape. No amount of working her fingers had been able to make any progress toward freeing them. Her wrists were bound with plastic zip ties, but there was some kind of covering that kept the ties from cutting into her skin. This was one of the gentle touches that Ally had noticed her captor use.
Soft rope was tied around her waist, pressing her forearms into her body, but the real surprise was the rope tied around her upper arms, chest, and shoulders. She'd never seen anything like this on TV, and the way it pulled her arms in, immobilized her, and accentuated her breasts--
God, this is so humiliating
--actually felt good. She took a deep breath and felt everything tighten, and a pleasant chill went through her body. Her ankles were tied together with the same rope and secured at the foot of her bed, and maybe most humbling of all, he had tied a rope collar around her neck and a leash back to her headboard.
She was completely bound and utterly helpless. She squirmed, felt the embrace of his tight ropes, and let the words roll around in her head--
completely bound and utterly helpless...
She made a noise that she might call a whimper or a moan, but either way, it came out as a muffled
mmm...
He had filled her mouth with some kind of cloth and sealed it with more plastic wrap and tape. Her eyes had gotten similar treatment, and he had told her that it was for her own good. "If you see what I look like, I will make sure that you can never describe me to anyone." She didn't want to die, and she had been keeping her eyes squeezed shut under the secure blindfold.
While there were parts of the experience that had been very scary, Ally was very surprised by some aspects that had been almost tender, and to be honest, she didn't quite know how to feel. Even now, feeling his warm body behind her in bed wasn't frightening or repulsive. He was actually
cuddling
her, she thought, feeling one of his strong arms over her body, hand on one breast. She had been forced--well, raped, really, but it didn't seem like rape--but she didn't have any anger or hatred. It was all so confusing, especially... she couldn't even try to make sense of those parts yet.
For what felt like the hundredth time, she thought back to the beginning.
She had just walked into her apartment after finishing a Friday night workout, and she was grabbed from behind. Everything had happened so quickly, but she remembered ending up facedown on her living room floor with a hand gloved in leather clamped tightly over her mouth. There was a man on top of her barking orders at her in a husky whisper--"Shut the fuck up. Do as I say. Don't make a sound. You're going to be all right. I'm not here to hurt you." She got herself together and nodded her head as much as she could within his grasp. She didn't resist as he opened her jaw and eased what felt like a piece of cloth into her mouth.
The glove closed back over her lower face, and she felt some of his weight ease off her. "Hands behind your back." She wiggled and tried her best to comply--he helped her along with his free hand and then his bodyweight crushed her arms to her back. He brushed some of her tousled hair away from her face and then started winding a roll of something that was half saran wrap and half packing tape around her head and over her mouth. He stopped briefly to lock some kind of handcuffs around her wrists--they sounded like metal, but felt soft like leather--and then he kept going with the plastic wrap. He wound the plastic under her chin to the crown of her head, and then over her eyes. The entire encounter felt like it had taken forever, but she could swear that she'd walked in just a few seconds ago.
She heard the distinct sound of duct tape being pulled from a roll followed by the usual rip, and then she felt him meticulously smooth the strip over the plastic covering her lips.
Bbbbrrrr- vrip-
and then the blurry mess in front of her eyes became darkness as he settled the second strip in place to block her vision.
Why is this happening to me?
She could only lament silently as she felt her senses taken from her. She was being packaged like an object. "This is for your own good. If you see what I look like, I will make sure that you can never describe me to anyone." His voice was soft but commanding. Self-assured and reassuring. His warning drove the point home, and Ally resolved that she would not fight him or even try to get justice for this assault--she would do anything she had to do to survive this. And then move on.
She felt him get up, and her only movement was to try to relieve some of the pressure already building in her shoulders. She also tried to push the gag out of her mouth, if only to voice her compliance, but all she could do was barely push one edge of the cloth away from the back of her throat. She heard the door to her apartment lock and then some other rustling. Then he'd helped her to her feet and marched her presumably down the hall to her bedroom.
"Show me with your fingers what is the PIN to unlock your phone." Same tone--commanding, and easy to obey. Refusing was completely out of the question, and she immediately made two fists to give him the first number.
"Zero?" She nodded and then made a V with her right hand.
"Two." She flashed the two and held it in place.
"Two, seven? Your birthday? Good girl."
Ally would have been speechless even without a tight gag. She felt like an idiot for being so predictable, and she was terrified that this man, whoever he was, knew this about her.
Oh my god, he's going to see everything! No, no, no, no, no...
She heard the click of her phone opening, and she started to cry.
