A customer finds three women in their underwear tied, gagged, and blindfolded.
The sign outside read, Under New Management over another line that read, Open 24 Hours. It was a little hole in the wall, a Chinese Food Take-out, with not even room for a table and a chair. The kitchen in back took up most of the space of the small building. There was a chest high counter in front where you ordered you food and picked it up to go.
On my way home from working my shift, it was 2am and I was hungry. I asked a co-worker where to go to get some grub at this hour and he directed me here. He even gave me a coupon for a free meal for new customers, so he knew I'd be going there to eat.
I hate being out and about at that hour with all the drunk drivers coming home from the bars or from their girlfriend's house. He said not to worry. It was safe. It was a big cop hangout. Great, just what I need to bump into cops, as if I don't see enough of them during my day.
There wasn't another place around for miles. I pulled in to get something to eat. I hoped they served coffee. I figured, once I got my food, I'd sit outside the restaurant and eat the food in peace in my parked car. Obviously, I really didn't want to go home.
I wasn't ready to go home, just yet. There's nothing there for me but a bed and a television. Life sucks when you live alone. I'd get a dog, but I'm always working and never home. I hate being home alone. When I think about it, my life is pathetic. I'm pathetic. I would like to have a dog, really, or a woman, or more ideally, a woman who barks like a dog. Seriously, a dog and a woman would be Heaven for me.
When I looked at my watch the date had already changed to February 14th. Happy Valentine's Day to me. I had nearly forgotten about it. A year today, Gloria walked out on me for someone else, a shoe salesman from the mall. She must have been out flashing her panties again to guys. I never saw it coming. I was surprised, to say the least, and have been in a deep funk ever since. I miss her. I really do. I guess, I miss not so much her, as I miss coming home to someone. Now, here it is again, this day of hearts and flowers, love and couples, here again to bite me in my ass.
This is the first time in my adult life that I haven't had a woman to buy flowers, candy, and a Valentine's Day card. It's days like these that I really feel alone, while watching the rest of the world paired off as couples go by me. I sure hope it's the last Valentine's Day, Thanksgivings and Christmas for that matter, too, that I spend alone because I don't like not having someone in my life. I don't like not coming home to a special person.
The thing that I hate the most is not having someone to talk to about my day, when I do finally get home. I'm alone and lonely. I can do the alone thing but it's the lonely part of being alone that is the killer. It's too quiet in my place, so I leave the TV running as soon as walk in the house, even if I'm not watching it. It makes me feel that there's someone else there.
It was one of those days with one thing happening after another and I didn't had a chance to grab something to eat, other than a Snickers bar out of the candy machine, since lunch. Between that and all the coffee I've been drinking to stay awake, boy, all of that went down like a lead balloon. I had a bit of an upset stomach after that steady diet of brown, which I'm sure the Chinese food will compliment very nicely. I'm be sitting on the toilet tomorrow morning, no doubt.
I really need to be eating more fruits and vegetables. Recently my diet is all sugar and carbs, which brings me back to needing to find a good woman, someone who likes to cook. Only, it's tough to meet someone when you work sometimes seven days a week. Generally, relationships in my line of work don't last very long.
I got out of my car and lugged my tired body up to the front door. It was then that I realized that I'm always tired. You are what you eat, I thought, which attributes to my reduced energy level, no doubt. Yeah, sure, I work a lot of hours, but that's not it. I wonder if I'm depressed. Nah.
"Fuck."
A sign on the door read closed, but there was a light on in the back. Maybe they make their eggrolls at this hour. I was about to knock on the window and thought better of it. I don't know, something didn't look or feel right. I had a gut feeling and I knew something was amiss.
Too tired to investigate and too depressed to deal with anymore shit, especially after I remembered that today was officially Valentine's Day, this was my day of wanting to stay in bed with the covers pulled over my head. Yet, as soon as I turned to leave, I heard a noise. I stood on the threshold of the front door to peer inside and saw a woman in her underwear tied, gagged, and blindfolded. Immediately, I could feel my adrenaline bubbling to the surface along with a healthy dose of testosterone.
"Ah, fuck, here we go."
It was just my luck to stumble upon something like this. The door opened from my weight of leaning against it and suddenly, with a foot inside the door and then a shoulder, I was sucked into this life and death situation. I really didn't want or need any more drama than what I experienced in my twelve hour day.
Tell me, what would you do if you came across something like this, a woman bound and gagged and in her underwear? Tired, hungry, and now just wanting to go home to get some sleep, embroiled in my own funk and not wanting to get involved with someone else's trouble, I figured the burglar was long gone. I just wanted to go home, but I was still hungry.
Should I put a call in for the police? Should I go inside and investigate and intervene? What if the burglar is still here? At the very least, I could free the poor, helpless woman and maybe grab a couple eggrolls for my trouble. She's probably frightened out of her wits and just wants to go home to her family. I'd kick myself in the morning if I shirked my duty and didn't help her.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me! Shit, fuck."
I could be a hero. Yeah, I could be a dead hero. Suddenly, I thought about Mel Gibson in that movie, Lethal Weapon 1, where he's suicidal and he takes on the most dangerous jobs and the most dangerous criminals. Suddenly, I felt like his character, Martin Briggs.
I understood how he must have felt being alone and lonely because now I felt a bit like him. I peered over the counter and the cash register draw was wide open. Whoever was here had already robbed the place and was hopefully long gone.
Just in case, I pulled out my gun and took it off safety. I decided to continue inside without calling for backup. Something that could get me killed or at least reprimanded from my captain and from Internal Affairs, should there be a shooting, I persevered. As soon as I entered the restaurant, I instinctively turned and locked the front door. I don't know why I did that, but I did. I guess, I didn't want someone surprising me from behind.
Cautiously, carefully, and silently, I crept down to where the woman was standing in her bra and panty. She was crying. She was borderline hysterical. She was young, in her early twenties, and very pretty.
There was another woman sitting at her feet, gagged, stripped, and tied. Good God. She was young, pretty, and in her underwear, too. It had been a long while since I had sex and I felt my eggroll, I mean, my cock stir. I could never dream up such a fantasy as this when at home masturbating. Yet, now, that I see these two beauties, I'll be jerking off over this later. That's for sure.
