In A Bamboo Fiber Bind: Part 2 added (M/F, F/M, M/M)
Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2025 9:38 pm
The testimony of a female jogger, questioned by the detective
That is accurate, sir. I discovered him. Or better said, my dog Coco found him. As usual, we went for a longer run on Sunday evening, before sunset, and didn’t divert from our standard route through Oak River Park, which is 8 miles in total. First, we ran up the old geology trail before going south, following that little creek downwards that is probably unnamed. It is gently downhill and thus terrific to run. Few know about that hidden beauty as the end and the start are overgrown, but the remainder is asphalted. Coco ran next to me, and just after the thin bridge over the creek, she dove into the cove of young pines. Typically, she never does that. You know, she does not go after squirrels or birds. That she did not return instantly and was barking troubled me. So I entered the grove.
What did I see? A clearing was hiding between pines, maybe 20 feet in each direction. Scattered around were some small boulders, and leaves and branches covered the forest floor as if there had been quite some activity. There was a lifeless tree in the middle, a young sycamore. He lay on his stomach and did not move.
Would he be able to move? Well, at least a little bit. Shake his foot or bob his head. But his limbs were tightly fastened. His black pants were hard to see. So much rope was winded around them. Around his upper body, more rope was tied, again, all copper-colored. His arms were forced together behind his back, but that was hard to digest. Yeah, he was restricted such that his elbows were forced near each other, and his bound wrists pointed toward his feet. His legs were twisted backward, and a rope connected his wrists to his ankles. It looked tight as it pulled his back into a slight arc. I guess people call it a hogtie.
About his head? I did not see much and recall little. It was covered by white linen straps. Not really medical ones. More like torn-up bed sheets. I did not discern his face, but it should have been completely covered. There was blood on the back of the head. I did not inspect the wound, but the straps were colored red.
I then grabbed Coco and fled, sprinting to the nearest trailhead. The car park was empty. Only far away, I dared to pull out my phone to call the police.
Why did I not check on him? I was stunned and scared. I have never seen something like this. I feared I was not alone there. So I fled. I panicked.
The testimony of a local police officer, questioned by the detective
I arrived maybe five minutes after receiving the call. I was close by. The young lady waited at the car park and seemed in distress. I grabbed the shotgun from the back of my car, and she accompanied me into that grove and clearing, but I did not require my gun, fortunately. She refused to enter. So I went in alone, and low and behold, a body rested on the forest floor. Despite her panic, that actually startled me. You know, that does not happen in our dear town. It’s not a big city, right? In recent years, a drunk high school kid crashed his car, and two men were caught poaching a few deer. It’s a peaceful place. There’s a reason you never had to visit before.
Oh, about that man? He was still alive but knocked out. I detected his pulse, but he did not react to my presence. I cut through the rope that connected his arms and ankles and also pulled those rags from his head. More rags had been shoved into his mouth, which were now drenched in saliva, forming a compact mass. I was perplexed he had not choked to death. But I’m not too familiar with bondage, so I did not dare to cut through all the ropes, not knowing what would happen when the blood restarted his flow. His fingers were red-purpleish.
Yeah, I recognized the guy when I freed his face. Tucker Macklerson. A tall guy, 23, but with little muscle on him. Since he was young, he has had short, spiky black hair, no glasses, and was always perfectly shaven. He’s a local boy who grew up here and works as a carpenter. Not someone I would imagine this to happen to, but there’s not anyone I would have expected to encounter there. Tucker’s a clever kid and from a decent family. I doubt he has any enemies. You know, I have never caught him with marijuana like many in his year. He’s active in the community, supporting the church and local schools with his skills, giving him business in return. He’s busy, working long days.
How do I know that? Well, detective, he has a big blue Ford F1 Maverick pickup. I am one of the town’s two police officers, so I remember such matters. I witnessed it leave early in the morning and return late at night. In fact, I noticed that car today at the inn, the Red Swan.
The last I heard is that they transferred him to the city for specialized care. He is kept in a coma.
The testimony of a local innkeeper, questioned by the detective
Ah, yes, Tucker. He had lunch here earlier today, together with his lovely fiancee Sage. They are an unbelievably lovely couple and pillars of this community. It’s marvelous to see two young people like them grow up and choose to settle in this charming town instead of moving away as many do. I despise seeing them go off to college and return 20 years later to empty their parental house. Sage and Tucker bring life to the town while everyone is getting older. Nowadays, teens don’t roam the streets anymore in the evenings. Neither are there shrieks of joyous children in the parks. You see this bar? Tucker made it after the other way had rotted so much it became unusable. He also repaired the pews in the church. He is doing his part in bringing the community together.
And about Sage? She is a young, gracious woman who would never cause any trouble or is even involved in any. No, no, on the contrary, she is one of those people who creates and builds and never breaks anything down. After college, she returned and began teaching at the elementary school. They struggled to retain capable teachers, and she is beloved by all. Everyone always says she is very kind and patient and permanently carries a smile, so, unsurprisingly, the kids and parents adore her.
Sage and Tucker came in around one and ordered soup and burgers. It was busy, maybe fifteen or so customers, so I had no time for chit-chat, but they appeared giddy. They were giggling and joyful, and although I don’t fathom why, their joy blessed me and the entire inn. Few things in life make me so elated than witnessing young love. That pure innocence cuts through one’s heart.
Tucker was wearing his usual Sunday pants but had changed into a casual gray hoodie of his employer. It’s understandable. He does not like shirts and instantly changes after church. Sage wore her usual bright red coat, colorful sneakers, and a dark green summer dress.
Both know the entire town and the entire town knows them. So, yeah, they talked to many of my guests. Do you require a list? I can write them down, but that won’t aid your investigation. No criminals reside in this town.
But why are you asking all these questions, detective? Did something befall them?
That is accurate, sir. I discovered him. Or better said, my dog Coco found him. As usual, we went for a longer run on Sunday evening, before sunset, and didn’t divert from our standard route through Oak River Park, which is 8 miles in total. First, we ran up the old geology trail before going south, following that little creek downwards that is probably unnamed. It is gently downhill and thus terrific to run. Few know about that hidden beauty as the end and the start are overgrown, but the remainder is asphalted. Coco ran next to me, and just after the thin bridge over the creek, she dove into the cove of young pines. Typically, she never does that. You know, she does not go after squirrels or birds. That she did not return instantly and was barking troubled me. So I entered the grove.
What did I see? A clearing was hiding between pines, maybe 20 feet in each direction. Scattered around were some small boulders, and leaves and branches covered the forest floor as if there had been quite some activity. There was a lifeless tree in the middle, a young sycamore. He lay on his stomach and did not move.
Would he be able to move? Well, at least a little bit. Shake his foot or bob his head. But his limbs were tightly fastened. His black pants were hard to see. So much rope was winded around them. Around his upper body, more rope was tied, again, all copper-colored. His arms were forced together behind his back, but that was hard to digest. Yeah, he was restricted such that his elbows were forced near each other, and his bound wrists pointed toward his feet. His legs were twisted backward, and a rope connected his wrists to his ankles. It looked tight as it pulled his back into a slight arc. I guess people call it a hogtie.
About his head? I did not see much and recall little. It was covered by white linen straps. Not really medical ones. More like torn-up bed sheets. I did not discern his face, but it should have been completely covered. There was blood on the back of the head. I did not inspect the wound, but the straps were colored red.
I then grabbed Coco and fled, sprinting to the nearest trailhead. The car park was empty. Only far away, I dared to pull out my phone to call the police.
Why did I not check on him? I was stunned and scared. I have never seen something like this. I feared I was not alone there. So I fled. I panicked.
The testimony of a local police officer, questioned by the detective
I arrived maybe five minutes after receiving the call. I was close by. The young lady waited at the car park and seemed in distress. I grabbed the shotgun from the back of my car, and she accompanied me into that grove and clearing, but I did not require my gun, fortunately. She refused to enter. So I went in alone, and low and behold, a body rested on the forest floor. Despite her panic, that actually startled me. You know, that does not happen in our dear town. It’s not a big city, right? In recent years, a drunk high school kid crashed his car, and two men were caught poaching a few deer. It’s a peaceful place. There’s a reason you never had to visit before.
Oh, about that man? He was still alive but knocked out. I detected his pulse, but he did not react to my presence. I cut through the rope that connected his arms and ankles and also pulled those rags from his head. More rags had been shoved into his mouth, which were now drenched in saliva, forming a compact mass. I was perplexed he had not choked to death. But I’m not too familiar with bondage, so I did not dare to cut through all the ropes, not knowing what would happen when the blood restarted his flow. His fingers were red-purpleish.
Yeah, I recognized the guy when I freed his face. Tucker Macklerson. A tall guy, 23, but with little muscle on him. Since he was young, he has had short, spiky black hair, no glasses, and was always perfectly shaven. He’s a local boy who grew up here and works as a carpenter. Not someone I would imagine this to happen to, but there’s not anyone I would have expected to encounter there. Tucker’s a clever kid and from a decent family. I doubt he has any enemies. You know, I have never caught him with marijuana like many in his year. He’s active in the community, supporting the church and local schools with his skills, giving him business in return. He’s busy, working long days.
How do I know that? Well, detective, he has a big blue Ford F1 Maverick pickup. I am one of the town’s two police officers, so I remember such matters. I witnessed it leave early in the morning and return late at night. In fact, I noticed that car today at the inn, the Red Swan.
The last I heard is that they transferred him to the city for specialized care. He is kept in a coma.
The testimony of a local innkeeper, questioned by the detective
Ah, yes, Tucker. He had lunch here earlier today, together with his lovely fiancee Sage. They are an unbelievably lovely couple and pillars of this community. It’s marvelous to see two young people like them grow up and choose to settle in this charming town instead of moving away as many do. I despise seeing them go off to college and return 20 years later to empty their parental house. Sage and Tucker bring life to the town while everyone is getting older. Nowadays, teens don’t roam the streets anymore in the evenings. Neither are there shrieks of joyous children in the parks. You see this bar? Tucker made it after the other way had rotted so much it became unusable. He also repaired the pews in the church. He is doing his part in bringing the community together.
And about Sage? She is a young, gracious woman who would never cause any trouble or is even involved in any. No, no, on the contrary, she is one of those people who creates and builds and never breaks anything down. After college, she returned and began teaching at the elementary school. They struggled to retain capable teachers, and she is beloved by all. Everyone always says she is very kind and patient and permanently carries a smile, so, unsurprisingly, the kids and parents adore her.
Sage and Tucker came in around one and ordered soup and burgers. It was busy, maybe fifteen or so customers, so I had no time for chit-chat, but they appeared giddy. They were giggling and joyful, and although I don’t fathom why, their joy blessed me and the entire inn. Few things in life make me so elated than witnessing young love. That pure innocence cuts through one’s heart.
Tucker was wearing his usual Sunday pants but had changed into a casual gray hoodie of his employer. It’s understandable. He does not like shirts and instantly changes after church. Sage wore her usual bright red coat, colorful sneakers, and a dark green summer dress.
Both know the entire town and the entire town knows them. So, yeah, they talked to many of my guests. Do you require a list? I can write them down, but that won’t aid your investigation. No criminals reside in this town.
But why are you asking all these questions, detective? Did something befall them?