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I don’t understand what I’m doing here. I try the moving thing again, try bringing my hands up to my face and that’s when I realize that I’m tied up, on a chair, with my hands behind my back. It seems I really am in a warehouse. Someone has taken me.
But who?
The list of dad’s enemies is long and convoluted. I can’t even begin to narrow down which of them would have thought kidnapping me is a good idea. I wonder if anyone even knows I’m missing.
I realize that these distracting thoughts and it won’t help to get me out of here – wherever ‘here’ is.
“Hello!” I shout, hoping that my kidnapper will come in and give me an explanation at worst or maybe someone will hear me and come help me at best.
There is no response, from anyone.
“Fuck!”
Just saying that word gives me some release but it doesn’t really change anything. I decide to try screaming. I need to summon someone before I lose my mind. My head is also still throbbing, and I wonder if maybe I have a concussion. It drives me crazy that I cannot remember what happened.
“Hello? …Helloooo! Anyone there? What do you want with me? Let me go right now!”
I paused, with bated breath, waiting. Nothing happens. No one comes. I scream long and loud in utter frustration. If someone’s in the room with me and they’re trying to play mind games with me, I’m going to make it as uncomfortable as possible for them.
I run out of breath and stop screaming in order to pant. My head is full on thrumming with pain now. I’m so annoyed at everything. Why is this happening to me? What the hell did Idoto deserve this?
I growl with frustration and try, without success, to move my legs. There’s no loosening the knots; I’ve tried wriggling my wrists as well, but that just seems to make them tighter.
I can’t help but think of the contrast between Romeo tying me up and this situation. When Romeo ties me up, I feel safe and free while right now, I’m doing everything I can not to hyperventilate.
I try to remember what I’d been told to do should I ever get abducted.
Sit tight and wait for us to come for you.
My father’s words echo in my head. Surely, they’ll come for me. Surely, they are on the way. Any other possibility is just… untenable.
“Is anybody there? Please talk to me.”
I wait with bated breath, but nobody says a word. I’m beginning to suspect that I’m all alone. But why would somebody take the trouble of kidnapping me and then just leave me tied to a chair?
Unless… they’re filming me? Maybe there’s a bunch of sadists on the dark web watching me scream. Or maybe they will send the video to my father.
There's nothing I can do if any of this is true. The only thing in my power is not give them the show that they want. I begin to wiggle my fingers trying to get loose from the knots., but I've been tied up enough times to know that I'm not getting out of here unless someone unties me.
The urge to sob is strong, but I swallow it back. I won't give them the satisfaction. I'm not averse to a little role play - the odd spot of sadomasochism is right up my alley. But I'm a huge believer in consent, and nobody asked my permission here.
I sit back and try to get comfortable, knowing from experience the strain that being tied up puts on your body. I'm still trying to push away the worry.
What if nobody comes for me? What if I die here?
I haven't even lived yet. From being sent away to boarding school when I was just ten, to having classes in comportment and etiquette as if I was a nineteenth century noble woman, to just having my every move monitored and scrutinized, I haven't managed to do a single thing for myself in my life.
Except for Romeo.
Thanks to mymadrina’s assistance, I was able to meet him, to get to know him and to experience the greatest kind of intimacy with him. Despite all the risks, our two years together were totally worth it. For once I had been able to do something only for me.
My lip trembles and my eyes smart as I try to bite back the sobs that are currently seeking to overwhelm me. I tell myself that my father will find me, but I can't really make myself believe it. If he'd been aware I was under threat, he would have let me know. Which means this came out of nowhere.
Just who exactly has me in their clutches?
That is indeed the million-dollar question. I can feel the muscles in my arms beginning to lock up with the strain of being tied up this way. Pretty soon I'm going to be having very serious cramps.
I try shouting again, calling for help. I continue shouting until my voice is raspy with effort and my throat is dry, but nobody comes. At some point, I just start praying - mostly that someone will come in and untie my hands because the tension is unbearable.
