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Lucy found herself being hauled up into a sitting position. As she sat there, he stood over her, smiling , watching her.

"Close one, huh ?" he said in a chatty manner, as if the transformation she witnessed in him had never happened and it had been another person.

"Close ?" Lucy ranted "Close ? You silly bastard, you were going to shoot me. I saw it in your eyes. You're a fucking psycho, that's what you are." Again his face darkened.

"Don't you ever call me that you bitch", he warned as he pushed the gun into her face. "You know nothing about me" he told her as he began to untie her. After he had freed her, she was instructed to sit on the sofa. Lucy rubbed her tortured wrists painfully. he looked that malicious look at her again

"If I was a psycho, I would just waste you now" he told her as he pointed the gun at her.

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Lucy raised her hands in submission.

"Look, all I want to do is get out of this in one piece. I will do anything you say", she pleaded.

"OK", he retorted "I want you to strip off. You'll be less likely to try anything if you are naked" For moment lucy thought about running, but he was effectively blocking her path to the doorway. Reluctantly, Lucy stripped off and stood in front of her captor, covering herself as best she could.

"I am impressed" he said at length. "Don't worry, you will be safe. Lie yourself on the sofa." Lucy did as she was told and instantly felt better. her improved feeling did not last long, as she saw him pick the rope up off the floor. Panic hit her in a wave.

"Please don't. I am not going to try anything like this. I will just stay her. You don't have to tie me up again", she said, panic rising in her voice.

"I am going to be gone soon, but I need some time to do some distance. there are only three ways I can do that and stop you contacting the police. One, I will tie you up and leave you here. Two, I can take you with me which, charming as you are, I am sure neither of us want to do. Or three, well, you can guess" he said as he shrugged his shoulders apologetically. "Now please do as you are told.... put your hands behind you and please don't try anything stupid"

Lucy complied as he loomed over her with the rope.

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Quickly and efficiently, he tied her, i seemingly no time, Lucy realized that she was totally helpless, unable to go anywhere and, crucially, no way to defend herself. She tested her ropes as he stood up. Nothing would budge. Again Lucy felt the surge of panic hit her.

"Stay there" he ordered as he left the room. Lucy could not help it, as her instincts cut in. Desperately, she wriggled around, trying to find some purchase to pull he bindings loose. All Lucy did was set the rope between her legs into a sawing moting, scraping her crotch painfully.

"It's lucky I made a good job on those ropes" he said as he entered the room. "Now my associate is picking me up in 10 minutes, so i am going to finish you off". Lucy wondered what he meant and then saw him pull out a length of black fabric. he forced this into her mouth and wrapped it around her head, tying it off tightly, sealing her mouth. Lucy tried to protest, but could only make a muffled grunt. Then, to her dismay, she saw the mask that he had worn coming toward her eyes. With resignation she did not flinch, and used the time while she was being blindfolde planning her journet off the sofa, working the blindfold off and then wriggling to get the phone from the other side of the room. She figured that it would saw her crotch in half, but it was better than staying bound until someone happened to call round.

 

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It almost seemed to her that he had been reading her thoughts. His next trick left that plan in tatters. She felt him threading a rope to the ropes around her back and breasts. He bent her legs towards her hands and wrapped the rope around her bound ankles. As he tightened the rope, her legs were pulled irresistably toward her hands. Again she grunted in protest, but recieved no answer. The ropes around her knees tightened as her legs painfully. he felt him tying the rope off and felt him move away, and imagined him admiring his tightly hogtied piece of work.

"It is time for me to leave now. Don;t worry, when i am far enough away, I will phone the police to come and let you out. I am sorry to do this to you, but needs must I guess." Lucy lay there and heard the door close. She was bound and alone, but would not let it end like this.

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Gingerly, she wriggled over to the edge of the sofa and let her legs dangle over. She imagined herslef knelt, halfway on and off the sofa. Unfortunately, she could not stay like that as the rope binding her breasts to her feet was pulling, forcing the ropes around her breasts tighter. She was forced to flop over onto the floor, hitting the floor hard, causing her to whimper behind her gag. She was already exhausted and she realized her telephone might as well be in another country. Lucy made herself as comfortable as she could and waited for the police to come, praying that her captor would keep his word.

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