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A single room in a musty, old apartment. The only sounds are the mechanical drone of a newscaster and the vulgar smacking of lips, ringing in my ears with irritating clarity.
“…The suspect remains at large, and police are…”
Every time the light from the TV flickers, my massive frame, currently rolled into the corner of the room, casts a long shadow. Five-foot-ten, two hundred and thirty pounds. I’ve built this body with pride as a semi-pro football player, but right now, bound by layer upon layer of rope, it has been reduced to a miserable lump of meat.
“Nngh, uh… guh…”
My thick chest heaves violently, rough breaths leaking from my nose. A face towel is stuffed into my mouth to the breaking point, forcing my jaw open until it feels like it might unhinge. The heavy, saliva-soaked fabric gagging me stimulates the back of my throat, sending waves of nausea and suffocation washing over me in turns.
My arms are wrenched behind my back; my log-like thighs and ankles are secured tight. The hemp rope bites mercilessly into muscles that were supposed to be forged like steel, leaving me unable to even rock my body.
In my line of sight sits a giant of a man, leaning back in a floor chair. Six-foot-three, two hundred and sixty-five pounds. His back is even broader than mine—a symbol of overwhelming violence. He’s wolfing down a convenience store bento box while watching the news of his own manhunt as if it were someone else’s problem.
A robbery-homicide that occurred in the neighboring town three days ago. That culprit is right here, right in front of my eyes.
Amidst the fear and humiliation, the memories of a few hours ago come rushing back vividly.
It happened at dusk, when I was returning home, carrying the heavy lethargy and pleasant fatigue that comes after football practice.
I took the elevator to the fourth floor. As I walked down the hallway, I passed a large man in a filthy tracksuit coming up from the stairs. Sharp, piercing eyes. An aura like a wild beast. My instincts told me to steer clear, so I quickened my pace toward my door.
The moment I unlocked the door and bent down to take off my shoes…
“Guh-!?”
A massive weight slammed into me from behind.
Before I could react, the intruder drove me into the hallway floor. I had never lost a collision on the field, yet I was pinned down as easily as a child. A huge, rugged palm clamped over my mouth, and a low voice whispered in my ear.
“Keep quiet if you want to live.”
He took mount position with overwhelming brute strength, twisting both my arms behind my back. I put everything I had into my arms to resist, but against his body weight and practiced joint locks, my armor of muscle was useless.
He roughly yanked down the work ties hanging on the hooks by the entrance and bound my wrists. With practiced hands, my freedom was stolen in the blink of an eye. Next, I was dragged into my cramped one-room apartment. He took a freshly washed face towel, twisted it up, and forced it into my mouth as a gag.
“Nngh! Mmph!!”
A scream that wouldn’t form words. The towel was knotted tight behind my neck; even breathing was a struggle. He used another tie he found in the room to bind my ankles together, leaving me completely immobilized.
Ignoring me as I rolled in the center of the room, he helped himself to a cola from my fridge and chugged it straight from the bottle.
“Phew. Back from the dead.”
His loud belch echoed through the room. He pulled my wallet and keys from my backpack. “Sorry, pal. Just sit tight for a while,” he said, before walking out the door.
Silence returned to the room, and I began to move desperately.
I flexed my biceps to their limit, trying to snap the tie binding my wrists. But the fabric only dug deeper into my flesh; there was no sign of it tearing. twisting my body like a worm, I managed to stand up using only my abdominal strength. Losing my balance and slamming my knees into the floor repeatedly, I finally made it to the desk.
Still bound behind my back, I fumbled blindly inside the desk drawer until I felt the cold touch of metal. Scissors. Collapsing from the mix of prolonged tension and relief, I steadied my breathing and frantically tried to press the blades against the tie on my wrists.
“Ugh…!”
Working blindly behind my back was excruciatingly difficult. The blade grazed my skin, sending sharp jolts of pain through me. Still, I kept moving my hands, knowing I had to escape before he returned. Snip, snip… I felt the tough fibers slowly giving way. Just a little more. Just a little—
Click.
The merciless sound of the lock turning severed my hope. The front door opened, and heavy footsteps approached. He was back. Carrying a white plastic bag, the giant looked down at me—frozen in place, scissors in hand.
“…”
His eyes narrowed in anger. The next instant, my vision exploded.
Smack!!
A heavy open-hand slap struck my cheek. The impact was so powerful it sent my massive body flying, and the taste of iron spread through my mouth. He snatched the scissors away, brought his face close to mine, and spoke in a voice dripping with menace.
“I told you to sit tight, didn’t I?”
From the plastic bag, he pulled out a brand-new coil of rope he’d bought at the hardware store. Realizing his intent, I shrank back in terror.
“Nn, Nnngggghhh!!!!”
He straddled me once again, untying the frayed necktie and replacing it with the thick rope around my wrists. The coarse hemp rubbed against my skin as he tightened it with bone-crushing force.
“Punishment for acting up. I’m gonna take real good care of you.”
He didn’t stop at my wrists and ankles. He hauled my upper body up and ran the rope across my thick chest. The rope raced over my trained pectorals, cinched so tight it felt like it was wringing the air out of my lungs.
“Guh, fuhh…!”
Every time he tightened the coils around my chest, a groan of agony escaped me. I could feel my muscles, clearly defined even through my T-shirt, being ruthlessly deformed by the rope.
He moved to my lower body, winding the rope around my thighs. It bit deep into my pumped-up quadriceps, causing the flesh to bulge like ham.
Finished with his work, the man stood up. On the floor lay my large frame, bound hand and foot, trussed up like a caterpillar. As if using the sight as an appetizer, he licked his lips, his gaze sweeping stickily over my entire body.
“Alright. You ain’t moving now.”
He muttered with satisfaction, grinning broadly. Between the creepiness of that smile, the crushing pressure of the ropes biting into my body, and the despair of having no escape, all I could do was slowly close my eyes.
The sound of the news began to fill the room again. The long, oppressive night with a fugitive was only just beginning.