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Family TiesLuka found herself being pushed into the kitchen by the rough hands and half-heard a few sharp orders being barked at her. As if her experience hadn't been humiliating enough already. As she carefully edged her way along the floor, trying not to stumble too much as the padlocks kept banging against her ankles, she tried to think what had happened. This fiend had caught her, ripped her clothes, tied her arms in a most uncomfortable position and then chained her ankles together as though she was a slave. When she had cried and protested, her captor had stuffed her mouth with a cloth. Luka didn't think it was very clean and she was already starting to drool slightly. Suddenly, Luka stumbled and clutched at the counter infront of her. Erica, her younger sister, and often best friend, had been with her at the time. Had she suffered a similarly unpleasent fate? Poor Erica had indeed also been captured. Although she hadn't been put to work in the house, the captor had tied her feet and hands together with several feet of rope, as if to emphasise that Erica couldn't even hope to escape. |
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My Own NemesisSitting, or rather hanging, uncomfortably as I was, I tried to reflect on what had happened. With my eyes blindfolded there was no telling what my surroundings looked like, and I had no immediate recollection of being bound in this position. My arms and wrists hurt but I was not cold. I didn't struggle nor try to break free. I knew I couldn't no matter how hard I tried. I considered screaming out, but the knowledge of the futility of that action weighed heavily on me. I thought it best to re-assemble what vague recollections I had into something resembling sense. I fiercely remember running away. My heart filled with terror, I ran as fast as I could. My hands bound behind my back, adding difficulty to keeping my balance. |
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The Rope TrickAlibi Above all, she needed a brilliant alibi. No, more than that, she needed a perfect alibi. She thought of one. It was somewhat risky, but it wouldn't be doubted under any circumstances. An elaborate system of weights and pulleys, combined with a wickedly clever mind would provide just that. It was vital that everything looked very real, thus, when she gagged herself, she made sure the cloth was sitting tightly. She couldn't bear the consequences if someone were to find out about what she had done. It was a crime too horrible to think about. She knew Lucas would be coming back soon. His timing was almost always impeccable. He would find her like this and then all suspicion would be lifted from her, and so would her guilt (she hoped). |