Dena gave me that evil grin. “No, it doesn’t,” she said, inching over to me and putting her arm around me. “I guess I have to decide whatever is more HUMILIATING for you, huh? Being tied up by one girl or two. Tough choice.” That is so gross and cruel, Dena!” Marisa laughed. “Stinky feet! Oh, we are so cruel, Jessie, aren’t we? Don’t you love being our hostage?” Well,” Marisa said with a killer smile and blush, reaching across the counter and taking my hand, “I haven’t tied anyone up since I was about 10. I get off at 6 – would you mind…”

You have been a total (a)hole to me for weeks, with all your lewd suggestions and sly comments. I've tried to be sweet, but I've had it!" Amy said sharply. That.... that... thats a lot of money, our family is suffering tough times. What happens to me if my family can not pay it?" Luuxen? But sir, I was only going for my routinely walk in the woods when i fell down a rather steep hill. I apologies for intruding your territory i will leave right away" Horror Writing | Screenplay Writing | How To Write | Write Books | Read Write | Writing Tips | Writing Tools | Writing Community I don’t know why I changed my mind. Maybe I thought It was a good story. Maybe my friendship with Ryan had evolved to a point of mutual respect and trust. Maybe I just figured, “Ah, why the hell not.”Knowing it can not be good. I could already feel a tingly sensation spiing on my instep of the sole. It was already causing me to erupt in slight giggles.

I went down to turn on the TV while Dena walked straight to the cellar with the rope and put it in the wash. I heard the machine go on. At the same time this a funny world. Things can be dorky or strange, just have realistic reactions.

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What are you looking for?” Marisa asked. “You want to tie his hands and feet, that’s all? Or hoist him up or something?” OH” Marisa whooped, holding her hands over her mouth again. “I can’t believe it! You DID tie me up! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!”

Well you see, i have sent out letter to your father he has 80 days to pay your ransom, you will not be leaving im afraid." Dena arrived with more rope in her hands and smiled and resumed playing the part of the evil kidnapper.

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About 15 minutes had passed when everything got quiet. I got nervous and decided I needed to move. I squirmed out of my hiding place, got to my feet, turned…and there was Marisa! I screamed into my gag and ran down the pile of carpet, only to fall and land on one of the lower piles. Marisa ran in and pounced on me, pinning on this same pile of carpets. Unfortunately, I’m not happy with the ropes I use to kidnap you anymore. Mostly their my jump ropes, and it’s always possible I could tie you up too well and have to cut you loose. Then I’d have to cut you loose, and I’d need new jump ropes. You see?” Dena said, finally ungagging me. Mariss, we need to see your finest rope. It should be nice and soft, and plenty of it!” Dena said as I blushed the color of Marisa’s vest. What was she doing?

Make your entries at least 2 paragraphs long or at least a 1000 characters please. And if you're reading this PLEASE ADD!! I stumbled my senses going into overload trying to absorb the sight of him, his manly sent and the sound of his sexy erotic voice. Dena…n…no. No! No more! Please! Not now! I can’t…” and Marisa crouched down at my head and clamped her hand over my mouth.

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Well well well. Looks like our hostage was trying to escape! The punishment for escaping is, as you know, death by torture! Marisa, here, tied his feet again and prepare the victim to be punished mercilessly,” Dena said. Marisa was behind the counter in “household items,” a section that was entirely empty, when Dena and I approached. Break time,” she announce. “You can take your feet off his mouth, Marisa. He’s ready to explode. Marisa giggled harded and took her feet off my mouth. Dena untied my feet while Marisa untied my hands and I kept panting. Fiction Writing | Blog Writing | Creative Writing | Essay Writing | Letter Writing | Poetry Writing | Technical Writing | Story Writing