Jumpin' around (M/m)
Posted: Tue May 21, 2024 9:56 pm
That damn robber. It seems that a hurricane passed through and devastated my home. He has ransacked all around in search of money and jewelry and then gas left, leaving me alone. There's a little problem: I'm bound and gagged and unable to get free and call out for help.
I think the robber arrived from the wood behind my house and entered from the rear door. Yes, living almost in the country it's cool. I'm a 12 years old boy and I like biking around along the narrow roads and exploring the forest. I've got some friends who live in some properties near mine. This place is peaceful. But today I found out that the crime does exist here too. And that also in this place the adults cannot leave alone their kids. Like in my case.
I was lucky. The robber quickly understood that I didn't knew the combination of the safe, but seeing all the expensive stuff we own he decided to take a look around in my home. But before doing this, he grabbed my forearms and tied with a rope my hands behind my back. Then he did the same things with my ankles. He ended his work gagging me with a knotgag and putting a piece of tape over my mouth.
After this, he began his search. I was left in a closet, in the dark. I was scared, almost I pissed myself, but I thought it was better to be leaved alone than to be hit or worse.
I stayed quiet, afraid of his reaction if I had made an attempt to free myself. After half a hour the noise in the interior of the house ceased. And after other five minutes I did understand I was alone.
The closet door wasn't locked. I needed to stand up and go out. I was seated on the floor and I thought I could lean myself against the wall and push on until I had been upright.
I tried. I began to crawl my rear on the floor for some feet until I reached the wall. Then I put myself in position, my back against the wall, beginning to push on, using my bound hands as support. It wasn't easy. I think the job lasted almost ten minutes. But in the end I managed to stay upright.
On the opposite wall there is a small mirror. I saw my freckly face wet beacause of the struggle, my reddish curly hair messy and the lower part of my visage covered by the tape and the handkerchief.
I was thirsty and both my mouth and my body were stiff. But at least I could manage to get out of the closet. I opened the door, carefully to avoid a bad fall. Well, first level won.
Now I had to move around and to find a knife. The kitchen was so far from the place I was, but it was there where I had found some sharp object.
So, I had to jump across the hallway, go through the living room and then reach the kitchen. My god, difficult.
To be continued
I think the robber arrived from the wood behind my house and entered from the rear door. Yes, living almost in the country it's cool. I'm a 12 years old boy and I like biking around along the narrow roads and exploring the forest. I've got some friends who live in some properties near mine. This place is peaceful. But today I found out that the crime does exist here too. And that also in this place the adults cannot leave alone their kids. Like in my case.
I was lucky. The robber quickly understood that I didn't knew the combination of the safe, but seeing all the expensive stuff we own he decided to take a look around in my home. But before doing this, he grabbed my forearms and tied with a rope my hands behind my back. Then he did the same things with my ankles. He ended his work gagging me with a knotgag and putting a piece of tape over my mouth.
After this, he began his search. I was left in a closet, in the dark. I was scared, almost I pissed myself, but I thought it was better to be leaved alone than to be hit or worse.
I stayed quiet, afraid of his reaction if I had made an attempt to free myself. After half a hour the noise in the interior of the house ceased. And after other five minutes I did understand I was alone.
The closet door wasn't locked. I needed to stand up and go out. I was seated on the floor and I thought I could lean myself against the wall and push on until I had been upright.
I tried. I began to crawl my rear on the floor for some feet until I reached the wall. Then I put myself in position, my back against the wall, beginning to push on, using my bound hands as support. It wasn't easy. I think the job lasted almost ten minutes. But in the end I managed to stay upright.
On the opposite wall there is a small mirror. I saw my freckly face wet beacause of the struggle, my reddish curly hair messy and the lower part of my visage covered by the tape and the handkerchief.
I was thirsty and both my mouth and my body were stiff. But at least I could manage to get out of the closet. I opened the door, carefully to avoid a bad fall. Well, first level won.
Now I had to move around and to find a knife. The kitchen was so far from the place I was, but it was there where I had found some sharp object.
So, I had to jump across the hallway, go through the living room and then reach the kitchen. My god, difficult.
To be continued