I really had no plan or idea as to what I was going to do. Was I really going to attempt an escape? Given the liberties that had already been taken with me I knew very well that if I was discovered now I would more than likely be handled less than kindly. But I had reached a point of no return. What else could I do? I sure as hell couldn’t go back in to the basement and attempt to rebind my ankles. The leather cuffs on my wrist presented an enormous challenge and my best bet was to try and find something that could assist in working them off, like a knife in the kitchen. Looking around and trying to get my bearings I realized I was near the living room. I slowly hobbled through it figuring the kitchen would be around the corner. My eyes darted around to take in my environment and I paused momentarily at a small table by the couch. It was adorned with numerous photos. Many of them were of a woman, however it was not Janet. This woman was older with long blonde hair and a rather full figure. Her face was slightly wrinkled however it appeared that she may have been very attractive when she was younger. Many of the photos were of her and the two dogs that Tom and Janet had with them. I found this odd that there would be no photos of either of my captors, and who was this woman? I dismissed it as being a relative of some sort and set about towards the kitchen. With my knees still bound with chord this was becoming a difficult trek and the rope dug tightly in to my skin. Turning the corner I came face to face with a large mirror at the end of a small hall. My figure came in to full view and I appeared haggered and sweaty. I saw that my ball gag was green and it was very large, my cheeks were bulging out and drool was slowly pouring on to my chest. My eyes looked weary and my face was red and sweaty. Suddenly my eyes caught something I had not been privy to. A collar was buckled tightly around my neck. This in itself was not particularly alarming, however it was what was attached to the collar that made my heart skip a beat. There was a small little electronic device that had a glowing red light on it. It was no larger than a garage door opener. I stepped up to the mirror to try and make out exactly what it was. The letters appeared backwards in the mirror, but I was able to decipher the small white writing across the object. It was one word…”Invisi-fence.” It took another moment but it soon dawned on me what that meant. This was probably one of those electronic invisible fence things that people use to train dogs. If the dog left a particular area, such as a yard, they would receive a pulsating shock from the device, and now this thing was attached to me! It appeared to be a part of the collar itself, which upon further review was actually padlocked around me. Even if I could free my hands there was a chance that this thing couldn’t come off! And how was it programmed. If I left the house, would I be shocked? I quickly determined that this would have to be addressed later as the first step would have to be working to free my wrists. I had no clue if Tom and Janet were still in the home and I wasn’t incredibly anxious to find out. I entered the kitchen and my eyes darted to a set of drawers near the sink. It was a pretty safe bet that one of them hosed the utensils…and in there would be the key to my freedom. If I could find a sharp enough knife, more than likely I would be able to cut through the leather. It would be an awkward scenario to negotiate with my wrists lashed behind me, but it was my only option. I hobbled forward towards the drawers and turned myself around to pull it open with my hands. The pain that shot through me that instant was blinding and one I would not be quick to experience again. My eyes winced shut as I felt a sharp, intense, jarring pinch to my neck. I dropped to my knees instantly, and in retrospect I was lucky to not have fallen completely over. I writhed in pain as I began to hear a slight buzzing noise. I realized that my collar was sending an electric shock to my neck. I rolled to my side and just like that it ceased. I was panting through my nose, struggling to breathe around my gag and my forehead was covered in sweat. As my eyes opened I realized I was at my captors feet. I gazed up in to the cross faces of Tom and Janet. Tom spoke first.
“Well, not bad…not bad at all, I thought it would take you a couple of hours to come to and figure your way out of the basement, but you made it in about 50 minutes.”
Janet interjected