By Kinkytwinkboy
As the car was driving there was not much I could do, as I was in some kind of hogtie with the leg and handcuffs. The ear plugs kept going on repeat. The muzzle and blindfold made sure I couldn’t see anything or try to make any noises.
I had no idea where this guy lived or how long the drive was going to be. All I could think of was the words spoken by the deep strong voice telling me how helpless I am, and it was right. The cars that drove by had no idea there was a guy locked up in a trunk passing by.
After what felt like hours the car started to slow down and finally stopped. My ear plugs were then removed.
The strong deep voice started to talk, and it was clear that it was the same one that had been on repeat during my whole drive here.
The instructions was clear.
In the darkness, anxious breathing echoes in the small space. There is certainly a person in his space, helpless. The echo of breathing is broken with the sound of steel sliding on the edge of more metal as a solid, shiny sword slowly enters this container. At first, it proceeds slowly, then settles into place with a strong shove that makes this captive person sigh with relief that they have not been impaled by this sharp weapon. A muffled crowd sound is heard inside the container as the sword sets.