Finally Friday by Toledo Tye
25 photos; 7:03 video
Finally it was Friday! It had been a rough work week but it was over and I had paycheck in hand heading for my car. All I needed to do was make it to the bank and then I had the rest of the weekend to relax and recover before the next work week began. I headed off to the bank only to be stopped by a freight train blocking the only crossing. Damn; just my luck! I sat impatiently as the train slowly went by as I kept checking the time; it was getting close to closing time at the bank. Eventually, the train moved on and I headed quickly to the bank
I quickly entered along with 4 guys behind me just as a bank employee locked the doors. Just made it; what luck. I thought it strange that these 4 guys had ski masks on as it wasn’t all that cold outside. Just then they ordered everyone to the floor. “This is a stick up; just do what we say and nobody will be harmed.” 3 of them surrounded the bank lobby while one approached the tellers and had them fill bags with cash from their drawers. Once they were satisfied they had gotten enough loot they began to head for the door. They stopped standing over me and said “Let’s take someone so we have some leverage.” “Get up!” they barked at me. “Move” Terrified I complied as they escorted me with a waiting van outside. “Get in there and shut up.” They pushed me in the back of the van as it sped off. “Get some rope and tie this guy up.”
One of them held me while another grabbed some rope and ordered me to lie on my stomach and put my hands behind my back. Again, I had no choice and soon I felt him began wrapping rope around my wrists. He quickly had my wrists tied tightly and grabbed another long piece of rope. After ordering me to sit up he began tying some sort of rope harness around my torso and crotch, cinching everything very tight. “That should hold you for awhile.” He half jokingly said. “Just keep quiet and maybe we won’t hurt you.”
After about 30 mins. The van pulled into the driveway of a vacant isolated house. After stopping they threw open the side door and just said “March” Quickly they entered the house and XXXX me into a small deserted room shutting the door behind them and I heard the lock click. I struggled against the ropes but they were too tightly tied for me to make any headway and even if I did how would I escape out of the locked door. I still kept trying to get loose but was getting nowhere. I could hear them in the next room counting the money and discussing what their next move was.
Then I heard one of the say “Better check on our guest.” The door opened and the roper entered with a white rag which he rolled up and XXXX roughly into my mouth tying the ends around the back of my head. He also had more rope and after he crossed my ankles he tightly tied them together. Now I was XXXX to stay on the floor. Any chance of escape was even more remote. The ropes were very tight and I was glad they were tied over my clothes as they would have really dug into bare skin.
They were listening to the news reports on the radio and the authorities had no leads on them. They discussed that they would lay low until early morning and move on with the next phase of their operation. I heard them debating what they were going to do with me. Some of them wanted to keep me as a captive and some wanted to just leave me tied up here. I had to get loose and out of here. I struggled more with the ropes but still was getting nowhere. I kicked my shoes off in hopes of being able to escape the ropes around my ankles but that didn’t make any difference as the rope was tied too securely to slip down and off over my feet. I had a sleepless night as I desperately tried to free myself.
Then I heard them moving around again. “Check on our guest, again.” Roper came in the door and checked over his rope work. Satisfied that I was going nowhere he left and reported to the others that I was still “on ice.” They took a final vote and decided on leaving me here. I was relieved until I heard a noise of some liquid being poured out in the other room. I got a whiff of gasoline! SHIT! I’ve got to get out of here. The only headway I had made was to loosen the rope holding my ankles together. I continued to work on that as they had left and I could begin to smell smoke.
Frantically I pulled on the free piece of rope I had worked loose. Quickly I continued working with it until I was able to kick the rope off over my socks and I quickly got to my feet and headed to the door. Fortunately, they had not locked it behind them after roper’s last visit as they expected the fire to quickly take care of their hostage. I ran through the house and out the door dodging the flames.
The fire engulfed the house breaking windows as it burned. Once the flames subsided I got a hold of a piece of glass and began sawing at the ropes on my wrists. Finally I cut through the rope and after removing the rest of the ropes headed off to find the highway and some help.
The End
Model:Marco
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:11/21/2010