Annoying Adam

Adam's Father

After I was done being tied up and blindfolded and gagged and whatnot, it was time for me to go night night with the help of chloroform. Courtesy of my wonderfully considerate kidnappers.

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When I wokeup, I was sitting in a hard wooden chair with my hands still bound in front of me and my blindfold still on. However, my gag was off so I could talk. But I'm not sure if here was anyone there or anything surveying me, so if I had talked, I would look like I had already cracked and would tell them everything. I won't tell them anything. Probably. Besides, I had been raped already, what could be worse?

Suddenly, a deep voice in front of me spoke, startling me and making me jump. Well, kind of. Jumping is a little hard when you're tied down to a chair.

"Text this address to Adam and tell him to come alone."

How cliché. 'Come alone'? Besides, how can I text if I can't see the address? Or use my hands? Huh, dingle-dumb?

"What did you just say to me?" He asked.

I guess I had said that out loud. Whoops.

"Yeah," he growled. "You did."

I stopped the giggle from coming up as I heard him stomp over to me like a little kid that didn't get what he wanted. He ripped off the blindfold and bindings on my hands.

When the blindfold came off, my eyes quickly adjusted to the light and I looked around to put a face to the voice. Haha, that sounds like something a teacher would say.

Anywhore. It was a big, burly man I'm guessing was more of the brawn part of the operation than the brain. He had the body-builder kind of look, making me sure that there was no way to one on one overpower him. I would have to trick him into freeing me. After all, I was no damsel in distress.

I sighed and leaned forward, resting my head on the table covering my head with my arms. Burly-man cleared his throat.

"Shhhh!" I said. Cracking a small grin I hoped he couldn't see, I continued, "I'm listening for termites."

He quieted, although I'm pretty sure he was skeptical. If he had an IQ higher than 80, I'm pretty sure I would have been screwed. Oh well, lucky me.

I looked up at him solemnly and nodded, slowly starting to loosen my foot bonds and hoping he was distracted by the impending termite problem. He was. "Yep. There's termites in here. Can't you hear them? Nawing and nawing on this good wood?"

He furrowed his eyebrows, thinking hard. Probably about how termites got in the wood in the frost place. Or what a termite was. I stopped myself from scoffing. This was going to be easier than I thought.

Then he looked at me, eyes narrowed. "This is some kind of trick, isn't it?" He asked.

"Why would I trick you? You seem perfectly nice." Yeah, if you considered keeping me hostage as nice. Time to play the weak card. "And besides, a big, strong man like you couldn't possibly be overcome by a weak, small, girl like me." Yes, Stacy, that's right, stroke his ego.

When he nodded, I pointed to where I had been listening and told him that's where they were centered and were the worst problem. When he was leaned over to listen, back facing towards me, I kicked off the foot restraints and got up from the chair, pressing his pressure points until he fainted.

Grabbing the keys from his waist, I blew him a kiss and tied his hands and feet together, then ran out the door, silently cackling. With the keys gripped so they would be silent, I heard and muffled woof from inside my coat. Bandit had made himself comfortable and look like I had bigger boobs, blending in pretty well.