Stories of Tie Up Games

Hi guys, figured I'd try posting for once and I think this is a bit of a new one. I play (well technically just retired from) a sport professionally. I'm decently tall and athletic so can make the chase and tying up process a bit more difficult. I'm curious how you'd tie me up and stop me from calling for help!

Although you're no longer an active athlete, you still have many promotional appearances, autograph sessions, and the like.

You've just come from one of these events and are looking forward to a cozy evening with your girlfriend on the couch in front of the TV, where the World Championship in your former sport is being broadcast—something you're still very interested in, of course.

But as you unlock the front door, you miss the aroma of the delicious bolognese sauce your girlfriend was going to cook for your evening together! What's more, all the groceries aren't on the shelves in the kitchen, but scattered in the hallway. You call for your girlfriend, but she answers with an indistinct mumble.

Confused, you go into the living room—and freeze: your girlfriend is sitting bound to a chair, her hands clasped behind the back, her bare feet tied to the chair legs with cable ties. A wide strip of black tape, beneath which another filling is visible, covers her mouth. She stares at you with wide, terrified eyes.

"Hello, nice to see you. Your girlfriend and I have already met. But apparently, you're the only one who knows the code to the safe containing all your trophies and medals, which I'm going to melt down and then sell. But first..."

I toss you a pair of handcuffs before I hold the knife to your bound girlfriend's throat again. You have no choice: you chain yourself to the radiator pipe before you reveal the code to the safe and your bank cards.

Once I've emptied everything, I untie your girlfriend from the chair, but immediately tie her hands behind her back with another cable tie. "Your girlfriend is coming with me. As soon as I've emptied your bank account, I'll call someone to free you. And as soon as I'm safe, I'll let you know where you can pick up your girlfriend. No tricks, or your girlfriend will pay dearly!"

Still chained to the pipe, you helplessly watch as I drag your violently struggling girlfriend out of the house. She begs you through her taped mouth to help her, but you can't. As she's pulled through the front door, your heart breaks. The last thing you hear is the opening and closing of a car trunk, and you're pretty sure your bound girlfriend is inside that very trunk.

After the car drives off with your girlfriend inside, you try one last time to free yourself. No chance. But your fear for your girlfriend is far greater. You only hope I'll keep my promise.

Feedback requested.