Boss's Limitations: Part 1
The laughter in the room filled the air as the party guests turned their attention to my boyfriend, who was apologizing to a threatening man. The man had just spilled a drink on us, and my boyfriend was trying to explain how it was really our fault and how he didn't want any trouble. However, all I could think was that I wanted a man who would stand up for me, not back down like that.
A blush colored my cheeks in contrast to my pale blonde hair. I pushed my way through the crowded room, determined. Smaller in stature at 5'7", with long legs for my height and a slim athletic frame, I managed to squeeze through to the door. I stepped outside into the rain, the sound of my black strappy heels clicking on the driveway as the rain soaked into my short tight black dress, open at the back.
I barely made it down the drive before hearing my boyfriend calling after me. I turned to face him.
"Em, where are you going?" he asked.
"Away from you," I responded.
"What's the matter with you? I just diffused the whole situation," he replied.
"The matter is that you humiliated me! You didn't even think to stand up for me."
"You're being ridiculous..."
"That's it, I've had enough of this!"
I spun quickly around, spraying water from my wet hair. I stormed off down the path, my head spinning slightly from the alcohol. Despite my frustration, I waited for him to run after me, grab me, do something assertive. But of course, he didn't. He let me walk off into the night.
I'm not sure how long I walked, but when I looked up, I found myself in a park, soaking wet. I opened my bag and pulled out my phone, trying to reach for an Uber ride home. However, the screen flickered in the rain, then went blank. No luck with the Uber. I continued walking, hoping someone might be able to give me a lift.
Finally, I made it to the road and started walking along it. After what felt like an eternity, a car pulled over. It was a large black 4x4, even the windows were tinted. Two men stepped out, both large and muscularly built. They were dressed respectably in suits with ties. They approached me.
"Thank goodness you stopped!" I said. "I've been walking in this rain for hours and I'm totally soaked. My phone died and I'm a bit stranded out here. Do you think you could give me a lift to...?"
Before I could finish, one of the men moved so quickly, I couldn't react. He grabbed my arm, pulling me towards him off balance. As I stumbled, he turned me to face away from him and collected both my elbows together behind my back, his grip firm. When I tried to scream, he had anticipated this and his second hand clamped firmly over my mouth.
As I squirmed and struggled, the first man managed to get the duct tape ready. Both men moved in coordination. The first bound my wrists behind my back, and the second taped my ankles together. I fought against the tape bonds, trying to scream and prise my lips apart, but it was to no avail.
Finally, my wrists were bound behind my back and I was lifted onto the shoulder of the first man. With ease, he carried me towards the trunk of the car. The second man opened it wide. My efforts ended up only tiring me out, and as I was roughly thrown down on my back, my breathing was hard and fast through my nose. I looked up, my eyes wide, at the two men above me.
"Heh, a fighter, eh? The boss is going to love you," one of the men grunted, before slamming the trunk closed and leaving me in darkness.
Lying there, bound, soaked, alone; my heart raced like it never had before.
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