Ellen was a colleague of mine at a large advertising agency. She and I were competing for the same promotion. The bosses at the agency made it clear that the winner got the job, and the loser had to leave.
Ellen is a bright and attractive woman in her late 30's who was completely driven by work and success. So far as anyone knew, she had no private life. Her dress was stylish, but her in-office demeanor very prim. Ellen also never admitted mistake, nor showed any remorse. Her goal was to succeed by any means necessary. We did not work together, and our relationship was limited to saying hello to one another in the hallways.
For six solid months Ellen and I competed for the coveted vice-president's position. The measure of success was the billings generated by each one of us for the six month period. I kept copious records of both our billings. I wanted to win, plain and simple. So did Ellen. What I didn't know was that she was altering the billing records to lower my totals and increase hers...
The announcement was to be made in the firm's boardroom. Ellen and I, our staffs, and the firm president were present. From the billing records, I thought I had won, not by much, but I won. Much to my astonishment, the firm's president announced that Ellen was the winner, and that my employment was terminated. I was stunned.
My staff and I returned to our offices in a haze. I didn't know what to do, or what to make of the results. A knock on my door finally got my attention. It was Jeanine from Ellen's team. She told me that she could not stand it any longer, and that Ellen had gotten the accounting department to manipulate the billing records to reflect a much greater amount of billing than was actually true. My stunned mind-set turned to rage.
I immediately went to see the firm's president, and related what Jeanine had just told me. My accusations were viewed with skepticism, and was told to leave.
The following day was Friday, and I went back to the office to clean out my desk. Ellen was already set up in her new office. I knew had been screwed by Ellen, and had spent the night designing a plan to exact some revenge. That bitch was going to get a lesson.
After the office had emptied at 5:00 pm, I went to visit Ellen's new office, where she was still busy working. I knocked, and told her that I just wanted to wish her well. Ellen got up from her desk and we gave each other the "friend" hug. I was ready for her. I had a cloth soaked with chloroform, and quickly put it over Ellen's mouth and nose. She never knew what happened.
As soon as she passed out, I made sure that her office door was closed and locked, and the window blinds closed. Now I went to work. I laid Ellen on the sofa. I opened my briefcase, where I had all the "tools" necessary to effect my plan. I took a pair of scissors, and cut off Ellen's blouse and skirt. What remained on her was her black control-top pantyhose, her long-line bra, and her heels.
I rolled her over, and bound her hands behind her back. First with a pair of handcuffs, and over the cuffs I wrapped duct tape, and extended the duct tape over her fingers so she would be unable to use them. I took her elbows and tied them together tightly with rope. I put Ellen on her back. I crossed her legs at her ankles, and duct taped her ankles across one another. Rather than tying her thighs together, I wanted them apart. I had made a straight steel bar with curved ends. I attached the curved ends in the middle of the inside of each thigh, and attached them with leather belts to each thigh. No way she was going to be able to cross her legs. Just for good measure, I re-hooked her boned long-line bra to make sure that it was at tight as it could be.
Once she was secure, it was time to wake her up. I broke an ammonia ampule under her nose, and she woke up immediately. It took a moment to awaken, and she suddenly realized that she was tightly and securely bound.
"What are you doing to me," she screamed. "Let me loose this instant."
"Sorry, not a chance," I replied.
"I'll scream."
"Go ahead. There's nobody here to hear it."
"What do you want?"
