Katie Searches Through Boxes Until she finds a knife; a long slow process

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	Humiliated

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.

But it still seemed like a better option than crawling out onto her balcony. She wasn't certain she could even get the balcony door open, and once she got out onto the balcony, she'd still have to get someone's attention, which would be difficult at best.

So, Katie thought the boxes in the living room were her best bet.

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, 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 closest boxes 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 first box, the sun was rising steadily. She guessed it was about 7:00 now, which meant she had been doing this all night.

Sitting next to the closest box, Katie looked down and studied the box, and thought about how she was going to get it open when she could barely move her hands.

The only thing she could think of was to somehow knock the box over, then get the tape off. The problem was, even after she had done this, she still had to open the flaps and take things out until she found what she needed.

There was nothing for it, Katie realized. She would just have to do it, no matter how long it took.

Slowly, Katie crawled across the floor until she had her back to the box. Then she crawled backwards, six inches at a time, all she could do. She felt the box slide across the floor.

Katie gave up trying to tip the box over from behind. She crawled around until she was facing it. By leaning back slightly, she was able to place her feet higher on the box. Then she rolled herself forward, simultaneously pushing her feet as far forward as she could.

Katie felt the box move. Then she felt it tip over. As she watched, the box rolled over onto its side, landing with a crash.

Now, she had a new problem. The top of the box was on the wrong side.

Katie crawled around to the other side of the box. She stopped when she could see the tape. She crawled backwards until she was touching the box. She raised her hands as far as she could and felt around for the edge of the tape. It seemed to take a long time, but she found it finally.

Then, Katie had to slide to the side, pulling the tape in her fingers, peeling it loose from the top of the box a few inches at a time.

Katie had the tape loose from the side of the box, she adjusted her position and starting pulling it off the top of the box, again, excruciatingly slow inch after excruciatingly slow inch.

As she slowly pulled the tape, Katie thought about how unfair it all was: it seemed to her, that, considering the number of times she'd been bound and gagged during her adult life, she really ought to be a master at getting out of bondage by now. Instead, when she did get tied up, she generally seemed to stay that way for hours or even days.

Part of the problem was that each time she was tied up, the circumstances were different. The only thing all the situations seemed to have in common was that she always seemed to be naked when she was bound. Techniques that might have worked when she'd been tied to the tree in front of her high school five years ago probably wouldn't have worked when she'd been handcuffed and shackled and dumped off in the middle of nowhere miles from home, also five years ago.

Getting mad about how unfair it all was kept Katie's mind busy while she dealt with the tedium of stripping the tape.

Finally, the last of the tape came off. Katie opened the flaps by lifting one with her hands, then pushing backwards to open it, and pulling the other down to the floor. Then she once again had to crawl around until she was facing the box. The sun was bright now.

Using her toes, Katie pulled an item at a time out of the box, examining each, then discarding it.

She went through the entire box and found nothing that would help her.

That was just the first box, Katie thought. She looked around at how many other boxes she still had to search, and started to cry.

Katie searches box after box, and doesn't find anything she can cut her bonds off with

Katie finds something in the second box she searches, but it's dull and doesn't work

Katie changes her mind and decides to go out onto the balcony