Stolen

Part 22: Basement

The door opened, and Marilynn was shocked to see that the sky outside was dark already. The woman picked her up, this time considerably gentler, and, closing the trunk with her foot, carried Marilynn across a parking lot and into a rather shabby two-story house. The next couple rooms blurred by until the woman descended the stairs, through a kitchen, and into an empty basement besides Neil, holding another bundle of rope.

As the woman held Marilynn up, he hooked a length of rope under her arms, then looped it back under her chest. She kicked out at the woman, who dropped her onto the cold tiled floor. Marilynn tried to shuffle away, but Neil dragged her back to the middle of the room by the halter.
The woman was back, and she held Marilynn while Neil looped the rope around her a couple more times, then secured the end to a rafter. When the woman let go of her, the rope dug into her armpits and chest, and her bound feet no longer touched the ground. Neil left, and the woman stared coldly at her for a moment before kicking her squarely in the stomach, making a muffled grunt escape her lips. "I have a toy I've been dying to try out, also," the woman said with a smirk. "Mmrmmphm!" Marilynn protested, and then she returned and tore her gag off, something in her other hand.

"Let me go!" she cried, but was cut off when the woman put a large rubber ball in her mouth. She fastened a strap over it, which, when she tried to talk, only proved to be a more effective gag that she had to push forward with her tongue to be able to breathe.

The woman left, and Marilynn kicked around desperately, but the halter only grew tighter and the bonds on her thighs rubbed horribly against the gash. She tried pulling her feet back to be able to loosen the fetters there, just a little, which only put more pressure on the halter. When she grasped at the rope it showed no signs of coming loose.

After a few more failed tries, which left wherever the rope touched chafed and bruised, Marilynn just gave up and hung limp in the halter. It was crushing her chest; though she was exhausted, she could never sleep like this, bound too tightly.
A trail of blood ran down her leg from the cut on her thigh onto the floor in a sickeningly scarlet puddle. Hours on end passed by and the wound finally stopped bleeding. The gore dried on the tiles and was disgusting to look at.

~ DAY 2 ~

Everything hurt. Her muscles were exhausted, it ached where the rope was and even where it wasn't - and on top of it all, Marilynn felt sick to the stomach where the woman had kicked her. She was hungry and thirsty and bound fast in some robbers' (and kidnappers') basement, someplace away from the city. She had no way of telling the time nor when they would be coming back.

And she was cold.

Hot, too. Not sure what that meant.