Kirsten grunted as she tried to relieve some of the tension on her back, but nothing seemed to help. Enraged, her captor had returned and thrown her back onto the bed. He had removed the rag covering her mouth and replaced it with several strips of duct tape, sealing the rag already packing her mouth nearly airtight, making it difficult for her to breathe heavily.
He had then rolled her onto her stomach and hogtied her wrists to her ankles. Still unsatisfied at her level of movement, he had tied a rope to the one binding her knees and looped it over the back of her neck, tightening it until Kirsten was in a tight ball and effectively immobilized.
That was an hour ago, and Kirsten had barely moved after she had been rolled up and left facing the door. She tried wriggling her hands free again, but it was obvious she wasn't going anywhere.
Hearing footsteps in the hallway she looked up toward the door. The intruder stood there looking at her.
"It's almost midnight," he said. "Have you had enough, or would you like to pay for another hour?"
Kirsten nodded.
"Another hour?" the man asked.
She nodded again.
"Okay, but I can't stay past one o'clock," he replied. "See you in an hour." He then left Kirsten to her thoughts.
If only she could get Robert to play tie-up games with her, then she wouldn't have to pay someone to do these scenarios every time he was out of town. She sighed, savoring the ropes' embrace and wondered how she was going to spend tomorrow night.