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"MMMPH!"
Brittany knew she was beaten before she could open her eyes.
The taller man--the one that Brittany would come to know as Kevin--clapped one hard, meaty hand over her mouth. His accomplice--a fellow named Peter--yanked the sheet from her body and pinned her feet before she could kick. When she reached to her face in hopes of freeing her mouth, Kevin's free hand seized both of her slender wrists and squashed them against the mattress.
Like two veterinarians holding down an angry cat for a shot, Kevin and Peter held Brittany against her bed until she couldn't claw or bite.
"I thought you said the place would be empty!" Kevin hissed at Peter.
Wide-eyed, Brittany turned her gaze upward to the intruders. Both were wearing black ski masks with the mouths cut out. "Mmmmm..." She mewled softly.
"Shut up!"
"Whatever, let's just tie her up and get this over with."
As Kevin held Brittany's hands and kept her quiet, Peter pulled her bare feet against him and pulled a zip-tie around her ankles just below the anklets of her sweatpants. Thus accomplished, he dismounted the bed and moved next to Kevin. "Duct tape?"
"Right cargo pocket," Kevin growled in response. As Peter produced the duct tape, Kevin turned his attention down to Brittany. "You make one sound and we'll fucking kill you!"
Brittany whimpered softly into the man's hand, a lone teardrop forming at the edge of her eye and running down the side of her face. It left a dot of wetness the size of a nail head on the pillowcase. Something had gone wrong. Something was supposed to happen while she'd been away and it had happened tonight instead.
Doubt clouded her mind. Brittany could feel herself trembling, but she couldn't do anything to move. Kevin withdrew his hand and Peter pressed a strip of duct tape over Brittany's mouth. He smoothed it against her lips with the ball of his hand and they rolled her over, pulling her hands behind her back and zip-tying her wrists.
"Finish up and let's get started," Kevin said, hopping off the bed and heading for the door. "I'll be in the kitchen." Peter nodded his understanding and pushed Brittany onto her back once again. He bent her legs and pulled a zip-tie tight around her thighs, just above her kneecaps.
"Just take it easy," Peter whispered, leaning close to Brittany's ear. "We'll be out of here before you know it." With that, he followed Kevin into the other room.
Terrified, Brittany lay bound and gagged in the darkness. She could hear the men going through drawers in her kitchen and digging through her closets. The contents of her purse went clattering to the countertop, causing Brittany to wince. This was humiliating!
Groaning into the duct tape, Brittany writhed on the bed. Two zip-ties had been used on her wrists, one to bind them and the other to keep the first compressed, meaning she couldn't twist her hands free. The tie binding her knees bit deep into her flesh.
Lifting her head, Brittany looked to the bedside table. Her phone! She'd been texting earlier before falling asleep and there it was!
Brittany's heart skipped a beat. Casting a quick glance at the door, she threw her feet over the edge of the bed and used her heels to pull herself to the edge. Standing erect, she spun around and plucked the phone from the table.
Okay! Caution was crucial. Sure, she was under a time limit, but if she dropped the phone then she would have to waste precious seconds picking it up. Brittany was no gymnast but she managed to get herself twisted around enough to see the screen over her shoulder. She checked the hallway for shadows again. If the men came back, she would stuff the phone into her underwear. It wasn't exactly classy, but Brittany wasn't worried about being ladylike right at that moment.
She had to be standing up, though, which was the part that concerned Brittany. Sitting on the mattress was dangerous--she would have a harder time getting the phone tucked into her pants. But if she were standing up, they would want a reason why, and might discover the phone.
Brittany looked around for a suitable reason to be standing--the window! If the men came back before Brittany could call for help, they would see her standing by the window and assume she was trying to signal for help. Meanwhile, the phone would be safely out of sight!
First she had to unlock the phone. That was hard enough on its own, as she had to drag a button across the screen with her thumb without fumbling. Then, the little phone-shaped icon, and the 9, and the 1, and...
Brittany knew she was beaten before she could open her eyes.
The taller man--the one that Brittany would come to know as Kevin--clapped one hard, meaty hand over her mouth. His accomplice--a fellow named Peter--yanked the sheet from her body and pinned her feet before she could kick. When she reached to her face in hopes of freeing her mouth, Kevin's free hand seized both of her slender wrists and squashed them against the mattress.
Like two veterinarians holding down an angry cat for a shot, Kevin and Peter held Brittany against her bed until she couldn't claw or bite.
"I thought you said the place would be empty!" Kevin hissed at Peter.
Wide-eyed, Brittany turned her gaze upward to the intruders. Both were wearing black ski masks with the mouths cut out. "Mmmmm..." She mewled softly.
"Shut up!"
"Whatever, let's just tie her up and get this over with."
As Kevin held Brittany's hands and kept her quiet, Peter pulled her bare feet against him and pulled a zip-tie around her ankles just below the anklets of her sweatpants. Thus accomplished, he dismounted the bed and moved next to Kevin. "Duct tape?"
"Right cargo pocket," Kevin growled in response. As Peter produced the duct tape, Kevin turned his attention down to Brittany. "You make one sound and we'll fucking kill you!"
Brittany whimpered softly into the man's hand, a lone teardrop forming at the edge of her eye and running down the side of her face. It left a dot of wetness the size of a nail head on the pillowcase. Something had gone wrong. Something was supposed to happen while she'd been away and it had happened tonight instead.
Doubt clouded her mind. Brittany could feel herself trembling, but she couldn't do anything to move. Kevin withdrew his hand and Peter pressed a strip of duct tape over Brittany's mouth. He smoothed it against her lips with the ball of his hand and they rolled her over, pulling her hands behind her back and zip-tying her wrists.
"Finish up and let's get started," Kevin said, hopping off the bed and heading for the door. "I'll be in the kitchen." Peter nodded his understanding and pushed Brittany onto her back once again. He bent her legs and pulled a zip-tie tight around her thighs, just above her kneecaps.
"Just take it easy," Peter whispered, leaning close to Brittany's ear. "We'll be out of here before you know it." With that, he followed Kevin into the other room.
Terrified, Brittany lay bound and gagged in the darkness. She could hear the men going through drawers in her kitchen and digging through her closets. The contents of her purse went clattering to the countertop, causing Brittany to wince. This was humiliating!
Groaning into the duct tape, Brittany writhed on the bed. Two zip-ties had been used on her wrists, one to bind them and the other to keep the first compressed, meaning she couldn't twist her hands free. The tie binding her knees bit deep into her flesh.
Lifting her head, Brittany looked to the bedside table. Her phone! She'd been texting earlier before falling asleep and there it was!
Brittany's heart skipped a beat. Casting a quick glance at the door, she threw her feet over the edge of the bed and used her heels to pull herself to the edge. Standing erect, she spun around and plucked the phone from the table.
Okay! Caution was crucial. Sure, she was under a time limit, but if she dropped the phone then she would have to waste precious seconds picking it up. Brittany was no gymnast but she managed to get herself twisted around enough to see the screen over her shoulder. She checked the hallway for shadows again. If the men came back, she would stuff the phone into her underwear. It wasn't exactly classy, but Brittany wasn't worried about being ladylike right at that moment.
She had to be standing up, though, which was the part that concerned Brittany. Sitting on the mattress was dangerous--she would have a harder time getting the phone tucked into her pants. But if she were standing up, they would want a reason why, and might discover the phone.
Brittany looked around for a suitable reason to be standing--the window! If the men came back before Brittany could call for help, they would see her standing by the window and assume she was trying to signal for help. Meanwhile, the phone would be safely out of sight!
First she had to unlock the phone. That was hard enough on its own, as she had to drag a button across the screen with her thumb without fumbling. Then, the little phone-shaped icon, and the 9, and the 1, and...