Chuck saw me standing there and looked puzzled for a moment. He made a move as if to get up and his eyes widened in shock as he realized he couldn't move his arms or legs. He looked wildly about, seeing for the first time the predicament he was in. I couldn't help but flinch when he began to violently struggle against his bonds. I was praying fervently that I'd tied them tightly enough. Apparently I had, because his struggles soon stopped and he stared at me with a mixture of astonishment, fear and rage. I was trembling in the face of that rage and had to remind myself that he couldn't get at me. He did, however, begin to curse me soundly.
"You fucking BITCH!!" he screamed, making me flinch again, "What the FUCK did you DO TO ME??"
Again he pulled and strained against the rope with all his strength it seemed, cursing and yelling the whole time. I felt stupid standing there trembling when he was the one that was helpless, so I finally found my voice and some of my courage, despite the way his muscles were straining. Could he actually break the damn rope? For my sake I was hoping against hope that he couldn't.
"Shut UP!" I said loudly, "or...or you get this again!" I wielded the stun-gun at him in a threatening manner. I tried to keep my hands from shaking while doing so, but I don't think I did a good job of it.
The astonishment returned to his face briefly, then the rage again--more so than ever.
"So that's what you did! Oh...you bitch! Ohhhh...just wait you little CUNT!! I'll fucking KILL you!!"
"I don't think so you bastard," I said quietly. "Haven't you noticed who's tied up this time?"
I wasn't gloating or laughing or anything I'd imagined myself doing when I daydreamed this moment. In truth, I was still too amazed that I'd actually done this; that it had really worked.
There was also something else that kept me from doing any victory jigs...Chuck still frightened me, even though it didn't appear he could escape. But remembering the pain and terror he'd inflicted on me before...the rage he'd pounded into me with...God help me if the rope or my knots didn't hold him. He probably would kill me if he could get free.
Dammit it wasn't fair that I should still be afraid of him! He was the helpless one now...just as I'd wanted. I was hoping this unreasonable fear of my captive would pass soon. I wanted him to be afraid, not still scaring me!
"Oh I see," he sneered, "So it's payback time, huh little Heather? This is why you suddenly started talking to me again?"
Something was wrong. Why wasn't he more scared? Maybe he knew I had no sadist in me. The idea of hurting someone badly made me sick, but there was no way he could know that, at least not for sure. So despite my discomfort in my new role, I threw my shoulders back and tried to put on a front.
"Yeah Chuck...you got it. Payback's a bitch," I said with what I hoped was a tough voice.
"YOU'RE a bitch!!...So what are you gonna do now? Huh?? You gonna rape me Heather?" Some of his rage rubbed off on me when he started to laugh.
"Shut up," I said again. Great comeback, I know.
Truthfully I hadn't really decided what I was going to do with him. No way was I going to "rape" him or have sex of any kind with him. Most of my planning involved getting him tied and helpless. The only clear plan beyond that was how to let him loose without getting killed. I'd already decided that whenever I was done...doing whatever I was going to do, I would stun him again and untie one wrist. By the time he was free I'd be long gone. Thank God he didn't know where I lived.
Great, I thought--I'd planned the capture and the release, but had no clue what to do in between, besides maybe tease him to unbearable frustration. Now I didn't even feel like doing that.
"Hey, I really wouldn't mind," he continued in a mocking seductive voice, "you look really good baby. Won'tcha come on over here...attack me. You know you want to."
I suddenly saw red...he was just such an asshole!! I was suddenly at his side, breathing hard. How dare he mock me?? How dare he even be angry in the first place after what he did to me??
"FUCK YOU!!" I screamed.
Still grinning, he stuck out his tongue and waggled it suggestively at me.
"Yeaaahh baby...that's what I'm talkin about!"
He was laughing again and I wanted to kill him...even his frightening rage was better than this! Without thinking, I reacted with instinctive violence. The loud noise of my hand connecting with his grinning face cut his laughter short. In my rage I'd hit him really hard...harder than I'd ever hit anybody (and truthfully I couldn't remember ever hitting anybody that way before). My palm stung with the force of it, and a tattoo of my handprint stood out on his face, which was no longer smiling.
"You'll pay for that you cunt," he snarled through gritted teeth.
The slap had startled me as well. I was biting back the automatic "I'm sorry" that wanted to pop out over long habit of civilized behavior. Instead I tried to play it off like inflicting pain was the most natural thing in the world to me. I doubt he was fooled.
"I've paid enough, Chuck," I said with bravado, "Tonight it's your turn to pay."
"We'll see, bitch." I didn't like how he was smiling again...like he knew something I didn't.
I stood there a moment (biting my lip like a stupid girl) trying to decide if I should even attempt to stay and keep up this charade that I really had no stomach for. I was thinking maybe I should just zap him again and get the hell out of there. That was sounding like the better plan, because I didn't want to be here anymore. The vibes were all wrong. Instead of triumph all I felt was the panic of impending doom. But then where was Chuck's punishment in that?. I should have realized that being outsmarted by a woman was probably the worst punishment I could inflict on a guy like him then followed my instincts...and run like hell.
I nearly jumped out of my skin when a sharp knock sounded on the door. What the hell?? Calm down, I thought. Somebody obviously has the wrong room. Then the knock was repeated, this time accompanied by a male voice.
"Open up...Police"
I gasped with surprise and some shock...Police?? What were the police doing here?? Of course...Chuck's yells must have annoyed one of the other guests enough to call them. Shit!! I felt vaguely resentful that no police showed up the last time I was in a room with this guy. I'd screamed...at least before the threat of his knife silenced me...then later a gag had muted the loudest, most agonized ones...
"Aren't you going to answer that?"
I looked at Chuck then...torn from my reverie and indecision...and was flustered by the look of smug triumph on his face. Quickly I ran to the bathroom and came back with a washcloth which I promptly stuffed in his mouth, ignoring the look of pure hate in his eyes.
I was halfway to the door when I realized that all I had on was the silky black teddy I'd put on earlier to entice my "guest." I was frantically searching for my clothes when the cop knocked again...louder this time.
"Just a minute!" I trilled, as is everything was fine and dandy while tugging my jeans on over the teddy. I couldn't spot my sweater anywhere, but said to hell with it and finally went to the door.
