Katie Crawls out onto the patio and tries to signal someone for help
From Create Your Own Story
| Status | ||
| Condition | Tired and scared | Apparel and Items: Naked, bound hand and foot with rope and tape, gagged with tape and her own thong |
| Day, Time | Thursday, 11:00 at night | |
| Need to Bathroom | None | |
| Level of Humiliation | Huniliated | |
Katie shook her head. she tried to tug at the bonds around her wrists. She was trying to figure out which box her kitchen knives as in, and which box her scissors were in. She couldn't remember. She hadn't really planned out her packing for the move. She'd simply thrown everything into whatever box it would fit into, then taped them all shut and loaded them onto the truck.
Worse yet, she hadn't bothered labeling any of her boxes, as she hadn't thought it necessary.
All of which meant she had no idea what box anything was in. The knife or scissors she needed could be in the first box, or the last. And, frankly, going through one box would probably take at least an hour. If she had to search through them all, she could be here all day.
It might be better, then, to try to get onto her balcony, and from there, try to get someone's attention. Most people, she was certain, would call 911 when they saw a naked, bound, gagged, girl pleading for help.
Having made up her mind, Katie started crawling toward her living room.
Crawling was a slow process. The way she was bound, with rope attaching her wrists and ankles, forced Katie to stay in a sitting position, and she had to move by extending her legs as far as she could, which wasn't very far, then pulling them toward her, while sliding her butt along the ground. She could only move inches at a time this way. Worse, with every movement, she felt her butt rubbing against the rough fibers of the cheap carpet on her bedroom floor, scraping against her tender skin.
Finally, after an agonizingly long time, she reached the door to her bedroom. Katie stopped there to blink back tears. She had no idea how long it had taken her to get this far, but, looking out the patio windows, her goal, she could see that it was getting lighter, quite a bit lighter.
After her short break, Katie resumed the laborious task of crawling across the floor. The living room was larger than the bedroom, and the sliding doors seemed like they were miles away. Katie was starting to get tired. Her arms were going numb, and her butt was sore now.
But she kept crawling across the floor, stopping to rest whenever she needed to. Every time she stopped for a rest, she struggled unsuccessfully with the rope around her wrists. She knew it was probably futile -- the rope was too tight, she couldn't feel any knots, and her hands were as numb as her arms -- but she continued to try. She had to try everything she could.
By the time Katie reached the sliding doors, the sun was rising steadily. She guessed it was about 7:00 now, which meant she had been doing this all night.
During her excruciatingly slow, difficult crawl to the sliding doors, Katie had been thinking about how to open them. She was going to have to turn around and grab the corner of the door with her fingers, then slide sideways, a few agonizing inches at a time, and slowly pull the door open that way.
It took Katie a while to get into position. When she thought she was ready, she leaned backward, trying to use the feel of the metal and glass behind her on her bare skin as a guide to where she should put her fingers.
When she was certain she had her fingers in the right position, Katie tightened her grip as much as she could and then slid sideways.
She felt her numbed fingers slide off the door-frame, and scrabble along the glass.
Katie cried. She didn't want to, but she could no longer fight back the tears that had been wanting to be released ever since the creep had tied her up. She leaned her head back against the door and let the tears come, knowing she couldn't stop it anyway, so she might as well let it happen rather than fight it.
Katie had no idea how long she cried, but only stopped when she was out of tears. She slid back into position against the door, grasped the door frame as best she could with her fingers, and slowly, carefully, slid her body to the side.
This time, her fingers stayed in place. Katie tightened her grip as much as she dared as she slowly slid her feet and her butt across the carpet.
The door is locked: because of the way she is bound, Katie can't reach the lock
The door opens: Katie can get onto the balcony, but her ordeal is far from over
