The man wasn't long, he came back with scissors and a large roll of duct tape.
More wrenching, pulling, cutting and Nicky's arms were now taped firmly to his sides, his hands were free; his ankles were also free, but his thighs were taped together just above the knee.
The man pulled him to his feet - he was clearly strong . . . and deft.
"Come on."
Nicky followed, scrapping and dragging his feet with difficulty.
The kitchen. "Two slices of wholemeal toast with avocado. Make some for yourself as well."
What the hell was this?
Go with the flow, Nicky. Bide your time; look for a chance to escape.
The kitchen was well equipped, well-stocked and well organised.
The man gave him no help, but Nicky found what he needed with ease - he was also deft and a good mover. And he found that he could move backwards more easily than forward or sideways. He started reversing around.
I've got to get away, Nicky was thinking as he prepared the toast. There are knives here, but I can't try to attack him, I'd have no hope. But if I could cut the tape, make a dash for the window that I came in through last night.
Don't be a fool. He's watching you; he'll see what you're up to long before you could get even one lot of the tape off.
Forget it, look for a better chance. Let him relax, then maybe . . .
"A flat white, no sugar, as well please."
With his bound arms, Nicky couldn't reach up to the shelf to get the coffee cups. The man was watching him with a level challenging stare.
Nicky looked around: a set of steps in the corner; he got them, went up awkwardly backwards and got the cups.
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Option Three - an unexpected transition
Short StoryA male-to-female transgender story with a villainous setting. It starts with a grim situation, but with some dark humour (and tongue-in-cheek stuff as well) then moves through progressive change until discovery . . . and happiness.
