CHAPTER III
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I didn’t know if he was still in the room or if he had really gone. I
didn’t know if there was a window or some way he could keep me in sight.
So I just stood there, with my arms over my head, trying not to cry or
struggle. After a long while in total silence, I knew I couldn’t take it
much longer. I didn’t care what the penalty might be, I tried to free
myself. I had tried holding my breath, to see if I could hear other
breathing in the room. So I tried to work my wrists free. It almost
seemed as though the rope was stretching a bit. My wrists and my entire
body, began to sweat wit the exertion of this attempt. I was able to use
my arms to push my blindfold down, so I could see my surroundings. I was
standing on my toes, trying to reach the knots with my teeth, trying to
pull my wrists through the ropes, anything I could think of to free myself.
Nothing worked. Exhausted, panting, I gave up and stood there wearily,
wondering what was going to happen to me next.
Looking around, I could see that I was in a fairly large room, no windows,
only one door. The walls and floor were covered with soft beige/gold
carpeting. There was a fireplace and in front of it a large comfortable
looking chair. So far, so good. Then I looked behind me. In one corner
of the room was what looked like a jail cell, or a cage. It was about four
or five feet square, and about six feet high. Black iron bars. On the
wall near it I saw an assortment of whips, belts, leather straps which I
later learned where collars and cuffs of all sizes and types, blindfolds,
handcuffs, and many more items. I’d already figured out this guy wasn’t
just going to rape me and let me go. But now I was really terrified.
Again, I began to struggle, to try to free myself. My wrists were
beginning to be scraped and bruised from trying to get loose. I wasn’t
concerned about my wrists. I was frightened that if I didn’t get away,
this guy might really hurt me or even kill me. After totally exhausting
myself, I finally gave up and just stood there, waiting for whatever was
going to happen to happen.
Ood though it sounds, I may have actualy dosed off for a few minutes, when
I felt a slight draft and heard the soft sound of a door closing.
Startled, I looked up, right into the face of my captor. Since I didn’t
have my glasses on, I couldn’t see very well. I could see he was tall,
with dark hair and a mustache. And he was grinning! Alarmed, I realized
that he would know that I had defied his warning not to struggle, since
obviously, my wrists were red and raw, and my blindfold had been pushed
down around my neck. He approached, and with arms crossed across his
chest, he looked me up and down in an appraising way.
He told me that he had been watching me for the past thre hours on a remote
video display, and that my struggles had been recorded for posterity on a
video tape. He said that everyone has to have a chance to try to escape
and realize it is futile. Once it is “out of your system” he said, a
captive becomes much more eager to please and more resigned to the
situation.
Now he told me that he had a few rules that we were going to discuss. He
said he had done this many, many times before, and that I was not going to
get away. He promised that if I was obedient and pleasing to him, he would
release me after 48 hours. If, however, I was disobedient or failed to
please him in any way, my captivity would continue indefinitely.
