The Realistic Ransom Company (MMM/F+) (Prologue)
Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2025 7:21 pm
It had been eight hours since Fleur Saxon first felt the leather glove clamp over her mouth, just one of many forms of restraint she had felt over the day. And yet, her heart still felt like it was pounding at a million miles an hour. It was near impossible to focus on anything else. She had tried to let her mind drift a few times, but it was a futile cause. Eventually, it would always settle back on the thumping in her chest. Then again, it wasn’t like there was much else to focus on. The blindfold over her eyes prevented her from using her surroundings to distract herself, and her gag preventing any form of meaningful communication with her fellow captives. The ropes that bound her arms and wrists prevented her from removing either of those, and her legs were welded together with the same tough material to keep her from moving around.
It didn’t matter how she tugged and pulled, or shook or screamed; There was absolutely no hope of escaping. The large grandfather clock in the corner of the lounge-turned-prison ticked and ticked and ticked, making her very aware of each passing second and the fact that her situation hadn’t changed between any of them. Each minute that passed showed her a new meaning of the word “helpless”, for she totally and utterly was. She didn’t know how long it had been since one of her captors had whispered “Don’t bother, you’re not going anywhere until your father rescues you…” into her ear as she struggled and whined, but it was clear they were correct. Until he came home, Fleur, her three sisters, and her mother, would remain bound and gagged…
And luckily for her, the blindfolds around all of their eyes prevented them from seeing how she smiled ecstatically through her gag.
It didn’t matter how she tugged and pulled, or shook or screamed; There was absolutely no hope of escaping. The large grandfather clock in the corner of the lounge-turned-prison ticked and ticked and ticked, making her very aware of each passing second and the fact that her situation hadn’t changed between any of them. Each minute that passed showed her a new meaning of the word “helpless”, for she totally and utterly was. She didn’t know how long it had been since one of her captors had whispered “Don’t bother, you’re not going anywhere until your father rescues you…” into her ear as she struggled and whined, but it was clear they were correct. Until he came home, Fleur, her three sisters, and her mother, would remain bound and gagged…
And luckily for her, the blindfolds around all of their eyes prevented them from seeing how she smiled ecstatically through her gag.
