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“P-please. Just let me go,” she begs, and I ponder the thought.We could make this so much more enjoyable.
“Oh, I like that idea.” I stand up behind the tripod, stop the recording.
“You’re going to let me go?” It’s almost adorable the way the pitch raises in her voice at the question.
“I’m going to give you a head start.” Slowly, I make my way towards her chair. “I’ll let you run. If you can get out before I catch you, you’re a free woman.” I crouch down behind her and cut her wrists free from the silver duct tape binding them together. Next, I sit on my knees and cut the zip ties around her ankles.
“What happens if you catch me?”
“You better hope that doesn’t fucking happen.”
I examine her closely while she stands up from her chair. She rubs the tacky surface of her arms left over from the tape. Reluctantly, she stares at me closely when I move to the padlock attached to the door. Her eyes pierce through me like lasers when the lock comes loose. Being the tease that I am, I pull up the large door slowly. Her body stiffens when she sees the small crack between the concrete and the door get larger.
“Once this door is open, you run,” I calmly instruct. “If I catch you, then you’re back to being my pretty little plaything.” Her gaze holds on the door, then it moves higher off the ground. I watch her closely, as if the gears are turning in her head. I wonder what she’s planning. Does she think she’ll make it out alive?She won’t be able to escape. I’ll make sure that she doesn’t.What if she does? What will happen then?The poor thing won’t even make it past the gate. Not in the state that she is now.“I must say that it’s a little disappointing how you’re so eager to leave.”
The loud sound of the door sliding up reverberates in the public storage facility. She gawks at me and at the open space, dumbfounded.
“Well?” I ask. “I would start running if I were you.”
Her heels make loud clicking sounds on the concrete as she runs out of the unit. The countdown begins when I hear her shoes scuff along the long pathway of loose gravel.This will be fun.
“TEN!” My loud voice carries over her heavy panting. “NINE!”
I slowly turn around and look out of the small building.
“EIGHT!” I continue to yell as I step out onto the gravel.
“SEVEN.” I start making larger steps in the direction of the sounds of her breathing and the crunching of loose gravel beneath her tall heels.
“SIX!” My steps turn into quick jogs. Adrenaline is pumping into my veins as I pick up speed around the corners of the facility.
“YOU BETTER HOPE I CAN’T FIND YOU, PRETTY GIRL!” My loud voice booms through the rows of other storage units. I smile wildly and stop my pace when I hear the rattling of a metal chain-linked fence.I know exactly where you are.
“FIVE!” My heart picks up as I start running towards the locked fence around the property.There you are.
The look of sheer panic on her face when she twists her body around at her waist triggers my rush of adrenaline. I stand back and watch as she unsuccessfully tries to climb her way out. The front of her pointed heel gets caught in one of the links, and she slides down the middle of the fence. I laugh as her body retreats into itself, the closer I get. The poor thing sits awkwardly on the damp gravel. She looks defeated.Good. Now it’s my turn.
“Four.” The volume of my voice lowers, and I walk closer, taking smaller steps. She moves back further into the gate, as if she’s trying to meld with the metal.
“Three.” Her tired cries become louder with every one of my steps.
“Two.” I count. She looks defeated, shaking with her head in her hands.
“One,” I stop and scan over the broken girl in front of me. “Oh, don’t look sad, baby. You did so well. Come on, a deal is a deal.” I crouch down and look into her wide, tear-filled, and terrified eyes. “Let’s go play.”
She screams so fucking loudly when I stand.Will she ever stop?I pull her along the gravel by the tufts of her long hair.
Her slender body goes limp after I throw her in the storage unit on the concrete floor. Once I see her body hit the hard surface, I turn around and slide down the red door. She lets out another small sob when she hears the clicking sound of the padlock closing.
I pick up her body and tie her to the metal folding chair just as I had before.She knows she lost.“Oh, pretty girl. Don’t be sad.” I do my best to comfort her while replacing the old zip ties I had cut from her ankles with new ones. She flinches as I run my fingers up her calves.“Why are you doing this to me?” She pleads for an answer. Her body tenses with the tightening of the zip ties around the small parts of her limbs.
“Why does anyone do anything, pretty girl?” I tease, leaning on my knees behind her chair. “I needed a distraction, and there you were. Just there for the taking. Like a shiny new toy for me to play with.” My eyes stay on hers while I stand up and walkbackwards over to my chair. Her eyes never leave me. She watches as I sit down and press my elbows on my thighs.
“What am I distracting you from?” She questions between her loud cries. “Was it an old girlfriend? Couldn’t we have just fucked and then never talked again like normal people?”
“Pretty girl, haven’t you realized? I’m not normal.”
"Well, no fucking shit!" she almost screams. Another sinful smile paints my face as I put my arms across my chest.
