After a while, he returned to her

“I have cooled down a bit now, but i cannot risk dealing with you now. I have had about enought of you, you stubborn bitch". His tone was ominous and threatening.

She never really got the chance to escape, or attempt it, not that she was going to try with him in such a dark state of mind. She wondered if she had in fact pushed him too far. He untied the ropes that held her on the chair and threw her down onto his bed. He lashed her hands to the headboard and then did the same with her feet.

"That should keep you quiet for the night" he said to her, "Now I want no noise from you or any escape attempts.... I am a patient man, but you are pushing me right to the brink. Get some sleep if you can, you are going to need it for tomorrow, when you WILL tell me those numbers" With that threat he left her alone.

Left alone, Jess tried wriggling about but, stretched out as she was, it was not possible to move that much. She tried pulling against her ropes, but she found it painful. In the end she had to relax, as the blood had began to stop flowing to her hands and feet. Pins and needles plagued her as she was still stiff from the brutal position she had been tied in earlier.

Soon night fell and the street light outside switched on, leaving the room in a spooky orange glow. Desperately, she tried to pull herself free, but could not get any purchase on the ropes. She found herself rolling around, trying to get comfortable.

Eventually, sleep finally came over her. It was fitful, drifting in and out as the pain in her outstretched muscles. She tested her bonds, but they remained as immovable as ever.

Eventually, daylight started to break. The orange streetlight died out and the birds started to chirp.

Her frustration got the better of her. As she rolled around, she felt and heard a muffled scream coming from herself. Then she noticed something, all that writhing and struggling had revealed a knot within her reach.

Hope sprang into her. She began to pick at the knot furiously, but the struggling had cut off her blood supply and she could hardly feel her fingers. Still, she tried hard as she could. She became more and more frustrated and was panting behind her gag. Again she tried to howl in frustration.

 

Again Jess started to struggle, she knew her time was running out. Soon he would be awake and would be coming for her. Her jaw ached, from having the gag in her mouth. She tried to spit it out but, despite her effort, it just slid back into her mouth as soon as her tongue could not push any longer.

 

Try as she might, that knot would not budge. Not realising it, her volume of noise had risen too much.

"What the bloody hell are you doing ?" she heard him say, angrily "I see you have been busy. Guess Iam lucky that your noise woke me up before you could really get to work there" he smiled at her maliciously. She felt the frustration drain out of her

"Before Iwent to bed, I took the liberty of going through your wardrobe..... most interesting it was aswell. I think the first plan of action is for you to model these outfits for me. Then you will give me the numbers I want. I am delayed by a day now, so why not have some fun with you ?"

She was horrified at the thought of having to dress up for him, but it gave her time for him to get careless, to give her a chance to get away. Just obey him and wait for the chance to strike. She had to be strongand cleverer than him.

"Let's see how good you are" she thought to herself as he freed her hands and then her feet from the bedhead. You have taken on more than you can believe.