“How long do you want me to hold onto her?” While talking with my boss, I watched the girl on the floor struggling mightily against the ropes I’d put her into, holding her fast. She knew how to struggle, bless her, but those ropes weren’t moving.
“Two days?” Her eyes popped open wide at the sound of that…two days in my finest bondage didn’t seem like a fun idea to her. “But not until the trial is over…I understand.” Poor kid had some dope on one of the biggest people in securities; when she decided to talk about that evidence instead of taking my boss’ money, it sealed her fate. “Juuuuuust long enough for a mistrial to be declared; I know. Nah, I was careful; they won’t be able to trace her last whereabouts. Talk to you after.”
“And no…you’re NOT staying tied the entire two days; I’m a bad guy, not a cruel one. I’ll let you eat and piss and stuff like that (relief hit her face as I said that)…just get used to fast food…”
That thought turned out to be the boss’ undoing. When I untied her for a bathroom/food break, she started telling me what she knew about my boss…fucking bastard had some thoughts about working class people like me that made me angry enough to want his ass to fry (well, not “fry”, but jail at least)…long as she gave me enough of a head start to vanish, which she did. She was a good sport about it; even let me retie her once before letting her go just because she liked it…
Isobel Wren for today.