Kirsten waited a few moments after he left and tugged at her wrists. Her captor did his job well, and she felt no give at all in the ropes. She looked at the window. Maybe if she was lucky, someone would be outside and she could get their attention.
She scooted forward and slid off the bed onto her feet. Wobbling on her bound legs, Kirsten hopped toward the window. The curtains were drawn, but she could easily move them aside. With any luck, she could also open the lock despite the limited mobility in her arms.
Kirsten approached the window and turned around with her back to the window. She leaned forward and reached up with her hands trying to find the lock.
Of course, as soon as she did this, the man returned.
"I thought I told you to stay put!" he bellowed.
Kirsten whined as the man bent down and grabbed her legs, hoisting her up on his shoulder. He carried her back to the bed and dropped her onto the mattress.
"So much for me tying you up nicely," he grumbled.
The man pulled more rope out of his pocket and tied Kirsten's knees together. Then, he sat Kirsten up and wrapped rope around her shoulders above and below her bustline. Finally, he drew the ends down to her wrist bindings and pulled upward until her arms were tight against the ropes around her chest.
He began untying Kirsten's gag, and she wondered if he was he giving her the opportunity to speak. Before Kirsten could say anything, he wadded the rag and shoved it in her mouth. Then he took another rag and tied it over her mouth, sealing the first rag in place, and silencing her completely.
"Maybe now you'll do as you're told," he grunted. He pushed Kristen down onto the bed and left the room again.
Kirsten sighed. She looked toward the dresser at her phone. It was a long shot, but maybe she could get her phone and text someone to call the police.
She slipped off the bed and into a standing position again. With her knees and arms more securely bound, her balance was less steady than earlier. She took one uncertain hop and almost fell over. Her next few hops were shorter, but she slowly made her way to the dresser.
The phone lay back against the mirror. Testing her range, she pushed back with her hands. She could only reach around six inches away from her back. She huffed, looking at the dresser. Seeing no other option, she realized she needed to get on top of it and slide back to reach her phone.
Shuffling around until her derriere was against the dresser, she took a deep breath through her nose. She lunged upward, but misjudged the height and jumped too high, landing on top of it with a loud thud.
Her heart sank as she heard the man's feet stomp down the hall.