Part 6
It was eight o'clock in the morning when Wilhelm came in. Simon, dressed in a track suit, was sat playing paitience with the cards, having got up early and showered. He looked up at Wilhelm who had a tray of bacon, eggs and a pot of tea. He looked really upset as he placed it on a table at sat down. No words were spoken.
Simon got up and joined Wilhelm. He noticed that there was also a pile of money and the 'sunglasses' on the table as well. "What's this?" Simon asked looking up at Wilhelm.. 'Surely they are not tears still in his eyes.'
"£20 and the glasses. I'm taking you home after breakfast."
'Had something strange happened to Wilhelm' Simon thought as he flipped through the banknotes. "Breakfast looks nice." He said. That's all it took to tip Wilhelm over the edge. He burst into tears and ran out not even remembering to shut the door.
Simon sat there for a few minutes. He genuinely started to feel curious about Wilhelm. He got up, collected the glasses and cash and followed Wilhelm, even the top door was open. He went through. Wilhelm sat in an armchair. Simon looked at the cottage door... It would be so easy to just walk out the cottage and leave. But then he looked back at Wilhelm. "Wilhelm..." He started.
"Run if you want, go get the cops if you want. I don't care any more. I only wanted to a have a week of fun. There's something I like about dressing you up, getting you all in knots and watching you try to escape. Your a perfect kidnap victim."
"Wilhelm.." Simon went over to him, "I don't want these glasses, and I can earn more than this." He said, putting the stuff on a small table next to a pile of clothes. "What's this, my costume for today." He looked through the pile. It was a cub scout uniform. Simon recognised it.. He had worn it a year or two ago. (
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"Since you were such a useless Boy Scout I was going to relegate you back to cubs." Wilhelm replied.
"I'd better go get change then Akala." Simon said and picked up the clothes. He was very suspicious.
"What!" Wilhelm said surprised.
Simon looked back at Wilhelm. "This is all just a trick, I go to the door and Mr needle gets me." Simon said and turned towards the basement door.
"No it's not!! You can really go."
"Got you.. Got You.. I win.. I tricked you. That's a £10 win for me. Come on let's play."
Wilhelm looked over at a grin on Simon's face. "I sorta like these games as well. Just don't ever tickle me again." Simon called. "Oh and I will escape your evil clutches if I get the chance."
After a few minutes Wilhelm followed Simon down, who was sitting at the table eating some breakfast. He joined him. "Simon.. I'm really sorry about.. well you know. Do you really forgive me."
"You didn't know I have a weak bladder."
"It won't be the same now.. You know, me being the kidnapper and you being the victim. Half the fun is me preventing you from escape when you think you have a chance... You know being a little bit rough at times, tricking you."
"It can be. If I escape you'll have to send me my earnings and £50 for escaping. That should be incentive enough for you, and like I said, I will still get away if I get a chance. You can be as rough as you like." But Simon was having conflicting thoughts. Should he trust Wilhelm and carry on 'playing'?; Should he take this chance to escape? After all he had only lured Wilhelm down so he had a decent head start. He made a decision...
Simon stood up and moved nearer to Wilhelm. "By the way.. you left the door open you dummy, now you can expect the cops and the rest of your life in a prison!" With that he gave Wilhelm a shove, who fell backwards crashing to the floor, tangled up in the chair. Simon dashed for the door. He was through it raced up the second flight. 'Please be open...' 'Please be open..." It was! Simon was going through the upstairs door before Wilhelm managed to get up.
Wilhelm scrambled to his feet and ran upstairs just in time to see Simon pulling at the cottage door. "It's locked you idiot. I ain't that stupid." Simon turned to see Wilhelm put a blowpipe to his mouth. Two seconds later he felt a sharp prick in his arm.. "Wilhelm.. no, no.." he managed to stammer as the drug took effect and he fell to the the floor.
Simon slowly woke up and tried to move, he moaned slightly. Then he realised he was back on that table all stretched out.
"So my fine little escape artist. You didn't fall for my trick tears. Then you try to trick me. Well that didn't work out for you did it?"
"Wilhelm you can't keep doing this. You have to let me go please. Stop it now."
"No way. Your going to continue being my prisoner. We have a deal and your going to stick to it."
Simon wriggled slightly looking down his body, he was still wearing his track suit. "Wilhelm. I've has enough of this. I am not going keep getting dressed up and tied up."
"I wonder how far this table goes apart. I've never actually tried. Let's find out. He picked up the crank handle.
Two full turns and Simon's arms and legs were stretched about two foot apart. "You gonna agree to the deal or do I need to stretch the point some more?" Wilhelm said.
"No! Damn you! I ain't wearing stupid clothes for you. Like I'm still a little kid."
"You are to me." Wilhelm said. Click. click. click. click. Another full turn Simon now stretched three foot apart. "Well..."
"Your ripping me apart. Stop it."
"You gonna get changed?"
"No."
Click. click. three and a half feet. "Agghh Owww. No more. Quit this."
"You agree?"
"No just let me go.. This is hurting."
Click...click...Simon now stretched four foot apart.
"OK ok ok... Please stop..."
"You agree?.. I think it goes at least two more turns."
"Yes.. yes.. I'll do it.." Simon agreed.
Wilhelm leaned towards Simon's face. "Get this straight. If you try to back out again I'll jab you and you'll be on this table again. I'll stretch you one turn and tickle the hell out you, then another turn and tickle you, then another and so on. Once your out five times, I'll wind it in step by step tickling you at each point. If you piss you'll just lay here in it. You'll be in, out, in, out for 24 hours. You got it!"
"Yes.. Wilhelm.. I've got it. Now please wind it in."
"No. I'm going to have a cup of tea. I'll let you think about it for a while."
"Wilhelm... No .. Please.. it really hurts." It didn't, it was uncomfortable, but Simon was flexible.
"Rubbish." With that Wilhelm gathered up the breakfast things and left the room, shutting the door.
Simon had no choice but to lay there waiting. His mind running overtime.
'Was this Wilhelm just playing rough';
'Was this all part of the game'; 'if so why had he left him stretched this much, he could have loosened it';'
Wait.. the door WAS locked, it WAS just another of those times Wilhelm gave me a chance only to snatch it away?';
'Was that crying of his just a ploy, an act?' 'Yes I bet it was. He was never going to let me go. He was just teasing me like he always did.';
'I'll have to go back to my original plan, get him to take me out and make a break for it, but if I just run he'll soon catch me.
'When he comes back I'll make like I figured this is just him playing rough and play along with his stupid games.'
It was half an hour before Wilhelm came back carrying a large bag. "You agree to the deal, or do you need longer to think about it."
"Please. I'll agree to anything if you'll wind me in. I wont try to back out again."
"There's a rope half an inch from your right hand. Pull it. I thought you'd have figured that out."
Simon wriggled his hand and eventually felt the rope and pulled it by spinning his wrist round his rope. Immediately all the pressure relieved, and the rings fell out. He climbed off the table and untied the rings from his wrists and ankles.
Wilhelm picked up the cub uniform. "Yesterday you were a complete failure as a boy scout so your now relegated back to being a cub scout. Here's your uniform, go get changed."
Simon took a quick shower, dried himself off and dressed in the uniform and came back to face Wilhelm. "You really look the part, somewhat like a little boy. The jumper is bit tight, the shorts are really short, but the socks are still just long enough." Wilhelm clearly delighted with Simon's appearance.
Simon decided he would play the part, maybe he could trick Wilhelm into not tying him so tight. "Please Mr Kidnapper," he said, "I'm just a little boy, you don't have to tie me up. I won't try to escape."
Wilhelm laughed.
"Look at me Sir," Simon continued. "I only have a jumper on without even a shirt. Ropes will hurt my arms. My shorts are very short, ropes on my skin will burn me. My socks are really thin, not thick wool like a Boy scout. I'm sure just a little rope round my wrists and ankles will be plenty to hold me prisoner."
Wilhelm could hardly stop laughing at Simon's put on squeaky voice. Then he rubbed his chin as if in thought. "OK, my little cub scout. I was going to use 200 yards of rope on you, but as you asked so nicely I'll just use..." He paused ... "190 yards."
"I've already figured some stuff out to train my little cub scout." Wilhelm continued. "There are three basic positioned for cubs to learn. Attention, At Ease and sitting arms folded and legs crossed. Now as a good cub scout trainer I'll let you decide the order for you to learn in."
Now Simon had a dilemma, which position would be the easiest to escape from. Easiest first would save energy for others.
Standing up straight, arms by his sides, feet together... Attention.
Hands behind his back, legs straight and slightly apart ... At Ease.
Or sitting cross legged on the floor.
He figured that the At Ease would probably be the best to escape from. He'd have most movement like that. Attention should also be possible if he was not tied to anything. The last one sitting arms folded, cross legged, would definitely be the hardest to escape..
He made his choice.
"Please Akala, I think I should learn at ease, then attention, then sitting. But isn't there four tests for me?"
"Simon you really are daft, there is, you've a stretch already, which you lost by the way and you only had to pull a rope, so three more." Wilhelm said as he collected the bag. He emptied out a few cricket stumps. Simon looked confused.
"Er are we playing cricket?"
"Don't be stupid, and this might just get you stumped and don't forget you are leaning posture, so you mustn't move for five minutes once I have you in position. Now turn around, hand behinds you and your feet about a foot apart."
Simon turned and stood as instructed.
TBC