You've Seen Too Much (MM/M)
Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2021 12:10 pm
I was a pretty regular 20 year old. I went to college and lived in my fraternity house. I didn't wear super nice clothes, but I did care about my appearance. I was home for the winter break at my parents house, which was near downtown Salt Lake City. They were on a trip overseas, so I had the house to myself for several days.
Unfortunately, I didn't know my life was going to change drastically one Wednesday afternoon.
I walked downtown to Chipotle, ate at the restaurant and prepared to walk home. Since it was buy one, get one free day I also got a burrito for my neighbor, this very cute girl I was interested in. I was wearing a simple pair of jeans, a blue polo shirt and a long sleeved gray sweater. I had sneakers on that day as well as a large, stainless steel Fossil watch on my left wrist. Like I said, I don't wear expensive clothes but I do care about how I look.
As I got to my neighbors house, I felt an odd chill of anticipation. I brushed it off and knocked on the door, but there was no answer. After waiting a few minutes and knocking again, I tried the knob and found it unlocked.
Now, I've known these neighbors for years and we had a pretty close relationship, so I was comfortable entering their house. I strolled in and saw something quite odd.
Mr. Grover stood at the dining room table next to a tall man I didn't recognize. They appeared to be focused intently on whatever was on the table and didn't notice me walk in. I moved a few steps closer until I was maybe 15 feet away and happened to notice what was on the table.
It was duffel bag after duffle bag packed to the brim with money! I saw at least five or six bags but there appeared to be even more that I couldn't see.
"Mr. Grover, are you okay? I brought something for Hannah, if she's home."
He and the tall man turned around and looked at me with wide eyes. For a moment, they looked legitimately scared...but that look quickly turned to anger.
"Max, you weren't supposed to see this," Mr. Grover said with a tinge of sadness in his voice. He nodded at the tall man, who, moving far quicker than a person of his size should be able to, moved towards me.
I dropped the bag of food and turned to make a run for it, but was quickly grabbed around the waist and shoulders.
"What the, hel-mmmmph!" A large hand slapped over my mouth, muffling my cries instantly. I struggled and tried to shout, but this man was far stronger than I was and any noise I attempted to make turned into pathetic grunts against the stifling handgag. The unknown man wrestled me and turned me towards the living room again. Mr. Grover approached me, shaking his head.
"Oh Max," he said. "What are we going to do with you?"
I tried to say "let me go" through my captor's hand but it was unintelligible.
"If Danny takes his hand off your mouth, do you promise not to shout?"
I nodded vigorously and mumbled "yes!"
"Okay," Mr Grover said. The tall man, whose name was Danny, apparently, removed his hand from my mouth. I took a grateful breath of air.
"Mr. Grover," I said desperately. "I'm sorry I came in uninvited. The door was open and-"
"Save the excuses, Max," Mr. Grover replied, interrupting me. "I know you're a good kid, but you just wandered into something way over your head. I can't trust you to not say anything about this."
"No," I quickly replied. "I'll keep this a secret. Just let me go hom-mmph!" The large hand covered my mouth again; apparently I had said enough.
"Please put your hands behind your back, Max." They were going to tie me up! A thick cable tie circled my wrist just above my watch and was cinched tight,
"Let's go hide you somewhere," I heard Mr. Grover say. "By the way, Hannah's winter break doesn't start for another 10 days, so we'll have plenty of time together." I got goosebumps and groaned into the hand covering my mouth.
I was marched harshly down the stairs to an unfinished basement. The floors were gray concrete, the support poles sticking out of the ground and pale insulation sheets covering the walls. There were no windows to be seen. I wouldn't really describe a basement as "desolate," but this one seemed to qualify.M
Mr. Grover followed us down the stairs, carrying a straight-backed wooden chair. Danny kept a tight hold of me and didn't release his hand from my mouth. Mr. Grover carried the chair into a small closet with a sturdy door and set it down. He approached me slowly, almost scanning me.
"Danny, if you would." Danny removed his hand from my mouth. Mr. Grover immediately touched a finger to my lips, indicating that I should be quiet.
"Max, we have to plan a getaway right now. You really messed up our plans, which were simple before but now have a very complicated variable...you."
"Mr. Grover," I began. "I promise you, I won't tell a soul about what I saw. You can trust me. Please, just let me go." My eyes began to water as I realized how dire my situation was. Mr. Grover sighed.
"I want to believe you, I really do, "but I simply cannot let you go. You'll have to stay down here until we figure this situation out. We'll have to keep you tied up, I'm afraid, so there's no way you can escape."
My head slumped downwards as I accepted this fact.
"Danny, take him to the chair please." I was manhandled and marched over to the chair, where I was roughly sat down. The ziptie around my wrist was cut and instead my arms were forced behind the chair. I felt rope circle my wrists numerous times and then was somehow cinched tightly. I let out a grunt because the rope was tied so tightly.
"Get over it," Danny said in a rough voice."
He repeated the process with my ankles, tying each one to their respective chair leg. I saw that after seven or eight circles of rope, he ran the end vertically through the center before cinching it tight and knotting it off at the ends. I was a little surprised that he tied such complex knots; he didn't seem like the Boy Scout type.
Taking longer pieces of rope, he lashed me tightly to the chair by running rope just above my waist, below and just above my pectorals. I felt glued to the chair at this point.
He stepped back to survey his work and seemed satisfied. He left the small closet and Mr. Grover approached me, now helpless in the chair.
"I'm really sorry about this Max. I know it's very uncomfortable."
That's an understatement for the century, I thought. My wrists already hurt.
"Mr. Grover, I-" I began.
"I'm tired of hearing your promises right now. I don't believe them and I am not going to. I have to gag you now." He pulled a large white rag out of his pocket and started moving it towards my face.
"No, please, you don't have to gag me. I'll be quiet, I swear," I desperately said.
Mr. Grover shook his head.
"I can't take that chance, Max. Now please open your mouth."
I took a deep breath and opened my mouth as I was told. He started stuffing the rag into my mouth and didn't stop until my cheeks were bulging and my mouth was completely full. A small amount of rag even stuck out of my mouth.
I thought he was done, but he took a red tie and ran it around my head and between my teeth. He made two passes around my head and tied it off tightly. As soon as he tied the knot, I knew trying to yell would be worthless. The tie between my teeth just pushed the rag in further and filled my mouth even more.
He stepped in front of me and made sure the tie was cinched tight between my teeth. Apparently he was satisfied, because he took a step back and looked at me, a young man thoroughly tied to a chair, chewing on a huge gag.
I looked at him and pleaded through my gag, shaking my head slowly with tears welling up in my eyes.
"Hnnngh mmmph gmmmph, hmmmph..."
Let me go, please...
Mr. Glover just raised an eyebrow at me.
"Sorry kid," he stated coldly. "You've seen too much." With that, he walked out of the small closet and shut the door.
Unfortunately, I didn't know my life was going to change drastically one Wednesday afternoon.
I walked downtown to Chipotle, ate at the restaurant and prepared to walk home. Since it was buy one, get one free day I also got a burrito for my neighbor, this very cute girl I was interested in. I was wearing a simple pair of jeans, a blue polo shirt and a long sleeved gray sweater. I had sneakers on that day as well as a large, stainless steel Fossil watch on my left wrist. Like I said, I don't wear expensive clothes but I do care about how I look.
As I got to my neighbors house, I felt an odd chill of anticipation. I brushed it off and knocked on the door, but there was no answer. After waiting a few minutes and knocking again, I tried the knob and found it unlocked.
Now, I've known these neighbors for years and we had a pretty close relationship, so I was comfortable entering their house. I strolled in and saw something quite odd.
Mr. Grover stood at the dining room table next to a tall man I didn't recognize. They appeared to be focused intently on whatever was on the table and didn't notice me walk in. I moved a few steps closer until I was maybe 15 feet away and happened to notice what was on the table.
It was duffel bag after duffle bag packed to the brim with money! I saw at least five or six bags but there appeared to be even more that I couldn't see.
"Mr. Grover, are you okay? I brought something for Hannah, if she's home."
He and the tall man turned around and looked at me with wide eyes. For a moment, they looked legitimately scared...but that look quickly turned to anger.
"Max, you weren't supposed to see this," Mr. Grover said with a tinge of sadness in his voice. He nodded at the tall man, who, moving far quicker than a person of his size should be able to, moved towards me.
I dropped the bag of food and turned to make a run for it, but was quickly grabbed around the waist and shoulders.
"What the, hel-mmmmph!" A large hand slapped over my mouth, muffling my cries instantly. I struggled and tried to shout, but this man was far stronger than I was and any noise I attempted to make turned into pathetic grunts against the stifling handgag. The unknown man wrestled me and turned me towards the living room again. Mr. Grover approached me, shaking his head.
"Oh Max," he said. "What are we going to do with you?"
I tried to say "let me go" through my captor's hand but it was unintelligible.
"If Danny takes his hand off your mouth, do you promise not to shout?"
I nodded vigorously and mumbled "yes!"
"Okay," Mr Grover said. The tall man, whose name was Danny, apparently, removed his hand from my mouth. I took a grateful breath of air.
"Mr. Grover," I said desperately. "I'm sorry I came in uninvited. The door was open and-"
"Save the excuses, Max," Mr. Grover replied, interrupting me. "I know you're a good kid, but you just wandered into something way over your head. I can't trust you to not say anything about this."
"No," I quickly replied. "I'll keep this a secret. Just let me go hom-mmph!" The large hand covered my mouth again; apparently I had said enough.
"Please put your hands behind your back, Max." They were going to tie me up! A thick cable tie circled my wrist just above my watch and was cinched tight,
"Let's go hide you somewhere," I heard Mr. Grover say. "By the way, Hannah's winter break doesn't start for another 10 days, so we'll have plenty of time together." I got goosebumps and groaned into the hand covering my mouth.
I was marched harshly down the stairs to an unfinished basement. The floors were gray concrete, the support poles sticking out of the ground and pale insulation sheets covering the walls. There were no windows to be seen. I wouldn't really describe a basement as "desolate," but this one seemed to qualify.M
Mr. Grover followed us down the stairs, carrying a straight-backed wooden chair. Danny kept a tight hold of me and didn't release his hand from my mouth. Mr. Grover carried the chair into a small closet with a sturdy door and set it down. He approached me slowly, almost scanning me.
"Danny, if you would." Danny removed his hand from my mouth. Mr. Grover immediately touched a finger to my lips, indicating that I should be quiet.
"Max, we have to plan a getaway right now. You really messed up our plans, which were simple before but now have a very complicated variable...you."
"Mr. Grover," I began. "I promise you, I won't tell a soul about what I saw. You can trust me. Please, just let me go." My eyes began to water as I realized how dire my situation was. Mr. Grover sighed.
"I want to believe you, I really do, "but I simply cannot let you go. You'll have to stay down here until we figure this situation out. We'll have to keep you tied up, I'm afraid, so there's no way you can escape."
My head slumped downwards as I accepted this fact.
"Danny, take him to the chair please." I was manhandled and marched over to the chair, where I was roughly sat down. The ziptie around my wrist was cut and instead my arms were forced behind the chair. I felt rope circle my wrists numerous times and then was somehow cinched tightly. I let out a grunt because the rope was tied so tightly.
"Get over it," Danny said in a rough voice."
He repeated the process with my ankles, tying each one to their respective chair leg. I saw that after seven or eight circles of rope, he ran the end vertically through the center before cinching it tight and knotting it off at the ends. I was a little surprised that he tied such complex knots; he didn't seem like the Boy Scout type.
Taking longer pieces of rope, he lashed me tightly to the chair by running rope just above my waist, below and just above my pectorals. I felt glued to the chair at this point.
He stepped back to survey his work and seemed satisfied. He left the small closet and Mr. Grover approached me, now helpless in the chair.
"I'm really sorry about this Max. I know it's very uncomfortable."
That's an understatement for the century, I thought. My wrists already hurt.
"Mr. Grover, I-" I began.
"I'm tired of hearing your promises right now. I don't believe them and I am not going to. I have to gag you now." He pulled a large white rag out of his pocket and started moving it towards my face.
"No, please, you don't have to gag me. I'll be quiet, I swear," I desperately said.
Mr. Grover shook his head.
"I can't take that chance, Max. Now please open your mouth."
I took a deep breath and opened my mouth as I was told. He started stuffing the rag into my mouth and didn't stop until my cheeks were bulging and my mouth was completely full. A small amount of rag even stuck out of my mouth.
I thought he was done, but he took a red tie and ran it around my head and between my teeth. He made two passes around my head and tied it off tightly. As soon as he tied the knot, I knew trying to yell would be worthless. The tie between my teeth just pushed the rag in further and filled my mouth even more.
He stepped in front of me and made sure the tie was cinched tight between my teeth. Apparently he was satisfied, because he took a step back and looked at me, a young man thoroughly tied to a chair, chewing on a huge gag.
I looked at him and pleaded through my gag, shaking my head slowly with tears welling up in my eyes.
"Hnnngh mmmph gmmmph, hmmmph..."
Let me go, please...
Mr. Glover just raised an eyebrow at me.
"Sorry kid," he stated coldly. "You've seen too much." With that, he walked out of the small closet and shut the door.