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Tim really liked his new job as a surgical aide at the hospital even though Nurse Barbwire was a slave driver and Tim really hated the hospital’s no smoking policy which meant that he had to find a quiet out of the way place every time he wanted a cigarette.

Tim smiled as he opened the door to an unused office area and slipped inside. Nobody would think to look for him in here. Tim was already reaching for his cigarettes and lighter when he looked up to see two men in the office. One of the men was holding a bag full of hospital supplies and drugs and the other man was holding a concealed item!

“Oh my Gosh!” Tim gasped silently.

Then Tim tried to back out of the office as quietly as he came in, but then the two men saw him.

“Com’ ere Bright Eyes.” The man with the concealed item pointed it right at Tim.

Tim got a real tight feeling in his throat and his legs started to tremble as he walked slowly toward the two men.

“Listen, I just wanted a smoke, and I didn't see anything, and—“

The other man’s big hand clamped tightly over Tim’s mouth.

“What're we going to do with him?”

“I've got my silencer. We could do him right here and nobody would hear nothing.”

“No, that sounds too messy. And he’s too big to smuggle out to the car,” the other man said while his big fingers massaged Tim’s cheeks. “Just how smart are you boy?”

Tim made muffled noises into the palm of the man’s big hand.

Then the man took his hand off of Tim’s mouth and pinched the aide’s chin between his fingers. “What'd you say?”

“I…I didn't see anything. Honest…!” Tim gasped in a whisper.

“Gimme your hands!”

The other man continued you pinch Tim’s chin between his fingers until there were tears in Tim’s eyes while the man behind him pulled Tim’s arms back and then Tim felt sticky tape being wrapped and wrapped around his wrists until his hands were being held tightly together.

“Down on your knees, Bright Eyes,” the Man with the pistol let go of Tim’s chin.

All of the strength went out of Tim’s body as he sank down onto his knees. And then his eyes got really big and his skin started to crawl as he saw that the other man was going to put that dirty tape all over his mouth. Tim didn't like it, but he was too scared to resist as that tape was wound around and around his face until he lips were tightly sealed.

Then Tim dared to look up from where he was kneeling on the floor and listened while the two men talked in low voices.

“It’s almost two o'clock. That other guy will be waiting with the stuff.”

“All right, we'll give Bright Eyes some more of that tape and then leave him here until we get back.”

The two men came at Tim again with the tape and pushed him down on the floor. “They were going to leave him alone. Maybe he could escape,” Tim thought even while the two man-handled his body roughly and wrapped more and more of the tape tightly around his body. And soon Tim regretted that he wasn't wearing anything under his scrub suit and there was nothing between their rough hands and his tender body except the thin layer of cloth. And pretty soon after that Tim realized that he now had so much of that tape wound around him that the scrub suit had become part of his body as it held him tightly everywhere.

“Remember Bright Eyes, stay smart and stay quiet. We’ll be back.”

The two men slipped quietly out of the office with their loot.

“They'll be back!” Tim’s panicked mind thought again and again. And he didn't want to be here when they came back.

But no matter how much Tim struggled and rolled around on the floor and grunted and groaned behind his taped-over lips, he couldn't find any way to escape from his taped scrub suit or the deserted office where he was a prisoner.

Then the door opened and the two men came back in, now carrying two bags full of stolen stuff. “Hi Bright Eyes, been getting your exercise.”

“We can't leave him out in the open like this,” the other man growled. “Somebody might see him.”

“We can stash him in here.” The other man decided.

Tim craned his head around and saw that the second man was holding open the door to a small closet.

Oh no! Tim hated small places! So Tim tried his best to beg the two men not to put him in there, but the two men just laughed and ignored is muffled whimpers.

Then the bigger of the two men grabbed Tim by the collar of his scrub suit and dragged his bound body across the floor toward the open door.

Then both men man-handled Tim’s trussed body as they stuffed him inside the closet and then closed the door. And the last thing Tim heard for a very long time was their muffled laughter as they walked away and left him in there all alone.

Tim looked around at the small space and the walls all started to close in around him. And then his bound body began to complain about the cramped position that he was sitting in, but there was nothing Tim could do about that. There was no room for him to move, and pretty soon there was no room for him to breathe, and then tears began to well up in Tim’s eyes as he began to wonder what would happen to him if no one found him in here for a very long time.

Then Tim heard footsteps coming toward him. Oh no, they were coming back! They'd changed their minds about letting him live. They were coming back to—

The door to the closet opened and Tim blinked his eyes at the sudden bright lights. And then he looked up to see –

The very unfriendly face of Nurse Barbwire.

“Well Tim, what do you think you're doing, hiding in that closet?”

THE END

Tim played by Danny

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production 7/15/2000