THE PADLOCK
By Dan
Lacy looked at the digital clock in the dark room, then leaned back on her arms, trying not to cry. With a wad in her mouth held in place with a tight cleave gag, she had to be careful not to choke. It was 10:30 pm, and at this time of year it would not get light till around 7:00 in the morning. She could not remove it, because several shoe laces held her hands and feet so close together behind her back that her fingers touched her heels. There was a locked padlock in the palm of one hand, and she thought again about what the intruder had said.
"I don't want you to die, but I want the maximum time to get away. When you unlock the padlock, you'll be able to get your feet away from your hands and figure a way to get free of the rest. I left a clue to the location of the key behind the toilet. Good luck!". YEAH, RIGHT. Trouble was, she would have to search for it while hogtied and gagged, it could be anywhere in her apartment, and she couldn't even begin to look until the next morning. At least she was lying on her bed. She had to concentrate on not choking while moving enough to prevent her hands from getting too numb.
Lacy hadn't thought anything about the woman who got on the elevator with her when she got home, but received a very rude surprise when she saw the woman pointing a gun at her as she got to her door. Once inside, Lacy was ordered to put down her laptop and get on her knees. She was given a sleeping mask, then told to put it on and lie face down on the floor. Lacy's wrists were soon tied tightly together behind her back with a pair of shoelaces. She felt her shoes and socks pulled off before being pulled up by her arms and guided to her bed, where she was hogtied with the padlock. Some time later, her captor removed her blindfold but added the gag, gave her the instructions, turned off all the lights, and left.
In the three hours that had passed, Lacy convinced herself through determined struggle that she could not untie herself, and trying would only hurt her wrists. Her jaws ached from the gag. If she lay on her back, she crushed her arms. If she lay on her stomach, it was hard to breathe. If she lay on a side, one arm took a lot of her weight and it was hard to find a comfortable position for her neck and head. The least uncomfortable position she could find was on her side, leaning either forward or backward with her head on her pillow.
The night dragged on and on...she would look at the clock thinking at least half an hour had gone since time she looked, and discover that it was only five minutes. Finally, almost twelve hours after she was first hogtied, the room slowly began to get lighter. When it was finally light enough to look for the key, she began her search. She pushed her pillow with her head until it fell on the floor, wanting something to cushion her fall from the bed. She ended up kneeling, leaning against the side of the bed. She began her journey with her pillow beneath her legs, propelling herself with her toes. She got about ten feet before she lost her balance, landing on her side. At least she didn't hurt herself. Of course, there was no way to get into a vertical position again.
After a brief rest, she started squirming toward the bathroom. Her movement was maddeningly slow and tiring, but she had to get that key if she wanted to stand up again. There was a full-length mirror on her bathroom door. She couldn't help but notice how strange she looked as she slowly moved past; her messed up hair, her gag, her arms and legs below her knees disappearing behind her and barely coming into view when she rolled on her stomach and the floor pressed the side of her face.
She finally got to the side of the toilet, where she could read the note. She felt a wave of anger and frustration at the message, which said "Open the doors under the kitchen sink to get the final clue." Damn! Another long hard journey, and she still wouldn't get the key. With no other choice, she backed out and began squirming toward the kitchen.
The bottom of the doors to the storage area under the kitchen sink was about three inches above the floor, so they weren't too hard to get open. The note said "the padlock key is somewhere inside your laundry basket. Happy Hunting!". Her laundry basket was in the closet in her bedroom, and full of dirty clothes.
Hungry, thirsty, exhausted, and aching in several places, she slowly made her way back to her bedroom and turned the laundry basket on its side. It was very difficult to sort through the laundry with her hands and feet behind her back, but at last she found the key. The padlock was conveniently located between her hands, and she couldn't wait to unlock it.
After sixteen hours, Lacy was finally able to straighten her legs. She got to a sitting position against her bed and considered her next move. Being careful to maintain her balance and using the bed for leverage, she managed to stand upright. As she hopped to her apartment door, she noticed her laptop was gone. She twisted the doorknob and pulled, again being careful to maintain her balance. She hopped to her neighbor's door and used her nose to ring the doorbell, hoping she would soon be free to get her hands from behind her back, walk, talk, eat, drink, and sleep.
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