(This story is based on a request by JennyTied. Credit to her for the concept)
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Samantha was the daughter of an American diplomat who had been stationed in Japanese-occupied territory during World War II and a Filipina mother. She inherited her mother's almond-shaped eyes and the tan complexion of her father. She was a young girl of just 14 years old, but her determination and courage belied her age.
Her father had been called back to the United States on urgent business, leaving Samantha behind to pack up their belongings and ensure that all important documents were safely transported back to America.
But Samantha had another mission in mind. She had heard of a cache of documents vital to the Allied cause that had been left behind in a secure location in the heart of the city. She knew that if these documents fell into enemy hands, it could mean disaster for the Allies. So she decided to risk everything to retrieve them.
Samantha was able to find a local informant who helped her navigate through the city to the building where the documents were hidden. Dressed in a traditional pink floral skirt and white peasant blouse, she managed to slip into place undetected and retrieve the documents; she had almost made it back to safety when she heard footsteps behind her and a group of Japanese soldiers appeared out of nowhere. Samantha immediately started to run, but they quickly caught up to her.
Samantha was quick to react, but the soldiers were too many, and they managed to overpower her. She struggled fiercely, punching and kicking at the soldiers, but they were too much for her. One of them pulled out a cloth and soaked it in chloroform, holding it over her mouth and nose until she fell unconscious.
When she woke up, Samantha found herself tied up with ropes, her wrists and ankles bound so tightly that they left painful marks. She tried to move her limbs, but it was impossible. The ropes were digging into her flesh, making her feel like she was suffocating. They had also gagged her with a cloth, so she couldn't scream or plead for help.
Samantha struggled against her bonds, pulling at the ropes with all her might. But they held fast, cutting into her skin and making her wrists and ankles throb with pain. She tried to scream for help, but the gag muffled her cries.
The door to the room opened, and several Japanese soldiers walked in. They looked at Samantha with a mixture of contempt and amusement, mocking her for her failed attempt at playing spy. They loosened her gag and began questioning her, demanding to know who her contacts were and where the safe house she was to bring the documents to was located. They threatened to kill her if she didn't talk. Samantha tried to resist, but they didn't take kindly to her defiance. They slapped her across the face and threatened her with their guns.
Despite the pain, Samantha remained silent. The soldiers decided to take a different approach and began interrogating her about her family background. They wanted to know if her mother had any connection with the Philippine resistance fighters.
Samantha didn't understand why they were asking these questions, but she refused to give them any information. They grew angrier and increased the intensity of their interrogation. They pushed and pulled at her, trying to force her to reveal her secrets.
Enraged by her defiance, the soldiers tightened her bonds making it even harder for her to move and once again put the gag back in her mouth. They left her alone in the room, bound and gagged, for what felt like hours.
The room was cold, and she shivered uncontrollably. Samantha's heart raced with fear, and she tried to remember the training her father had given her in case of such a situation. She struggled against her bonds, pulling at the ropes with all her might. But they held fast, cutting into her skin and making her wrists and ankles throb with pain. She tried to scream for help, but the gag muffled her cries.
But Samantha refused to give up. Her captors had searched her thoroughly while she had been unconscious but there was one small thing they missed. Embedded in the waistband of her skirt at the small part of her back was a small razor blade from her father’s shaving kit. If she could just reach it with her bound hands she could use it to cut the rope! After a great deal of effort she managed to get it out. She struggled to cut the ropes, her fingers trembling with fatigue and desperation. But she persisted, determined to escape and complete her mission.
Samantha's hands trembled as she managed to cut through the last strand of rope. She quickly removed the gag from her mouth and took a deep breath, feeling the fresh air fill her lungs. Samantha felt a wave of relief wash over her but she had to move quickly before the soldiers came back.
She tried to stand up, but her legs were numb from being tied up for so long. She stumbled and fell to the ground, scraping her knees on the hard floor. Samantha winced in pain and tried to stand up again, but she was too weak. She needed a few moments to regain her strength.
As she lay there catching her breath, she heard footsteps approaching. Samantha's heart raced with fear. She had to hide before the soldiers found her. She looked around frantically, searching for a place to conceal herself.
But it was too late. The soldiers burst into the room, guns at the ready. They saw Samantha lying on the ground, her ropes and gag lying beside her.
"Get her!" one of them shouted.
Samantha tried to get up and run, but her legs were still numb. The soldiers caught up with her and dragged her back to the chair where she had been tied up before. They bound her wrists and ankles tightly, making sure she couldn't escape again, stuffing the foul tasting rag back into her mouth once again.
She glared at the soldiers with defiance, refusing to let them break her spirit. She knew she had to keep trying to escape, no matter how many times they tied her up.
The soldiers left the room, locking the door behind them. Samantha was alone once again, with nothing but her determination to keep her going. She twisted and turned her body, trying to loosen the ropes, but they held fast. She felt a surge of frustration and anger, knowing that she had been so close to freedom.
But Samantha refused to give up. She would keep trying to escape, no matter how many times they tied her up. Her spirit could never be broken.
Samantha's captors had interrogated her relentlessly for days, desperate to extract the information they believed she possessed. They had loosened her ropes and removed her gag, only to demand answers from her before growing increasingly frustrated by her silence.
They had asked her the same questions over and over, hoping to catch her in a lie or a slip of the tongue. They demanded to know where the safe house was, who she was working with, and what other information she might be hiding.
Samantha had refused to answer. She was fiercely loyal to her country and to the Allied cause, and she knew that any information she gave could put her friends in danger. The interrogators had grown increasingly impatient and hostile, resorting to physical threats and intimidation. But Samantha had remained resolute. She refused to betray her country, no matter what they did to her.
Eventually, her captors would grow tired of their fruitless efforts and decided to return her to her cell, retying her tightly, ensuring that she would not be able to escape again and gagging her with the same dirty cloth they had put over her mouth the first time she had been brought her.
An indeterminate amount of time later, Samantha sat in the cold, damp cell, her hands and feet tightly bound with rough rope. She had been held captive for days, and she had almost given up hope of ever escaping. Her captors however had ceased their interrogations and her guards had been oddly silent lately. She couldn't help but feel like something was about to happen.
The next time her captors entered the cell, Samantha could hear them whispering to each other. She strained to hear what they were saying. She spoke some Japanese but their voices were too low for her to hear..
Suddenly, she heard one of them say, "We will get rid of her tomorrow. The boss doesn't want her found." As they walked away she could hear them talking about disposing of her, but she couldn't make out any more details
Samantha's heart raced as she lay on the cold, hard ground, her hands and feet tightly bound with rough rope. She now knew that her captors were planning to kill her the next day. She had to escape and she had to do it now.
As she lay there, her mind racing with ideas, Samantha noticed that her captors had left the area, there were no usual footsteps, voices or shadows outside her cell as usual. She knew this was her chance. With every ounce of strength she had, she began to wiggle her hands, trying to loosen the tight knots that bound her.
After a few minutes of struggling, Samantha realized that she couldn't untie the knots with her hands. But then she had an idea. Using the last of her strength, she began to pass her feet through her bound hands, slowly but surely, until they were in front of her.
With her bound hands now in front of her, she slowly managed to remove the gag from her mouth, feeling the rough fabric pull away from her skin.
As the gag slipped off, Samantha let out a deep, relieved breath. She felt the cool air rush into her lungs, filling her chest with life-giving oxygen. She savored the feeling of being able to breathe again, free from the suffocating fabric that had been pressed against her face.
A wave of relief washed over Samantha as she felt the weight of her fear and hopelessness begin to lift. She knew she wasn't completely safe yet, but the simple act of removing the gag gave her renewed energy and determination to fight for her freedom.
With her mouth free she set to work using her teeth to work on the knots holding the rope around her wrists. After what seemed like forever, they started to come loose and she almost screamed with joy as they came loose.
Slowly she got to her feet and waited until she regained her strength. She didn’t want to make the same mistake as last time. She cautiously checked the cell door. It was unlocked! Her captors probably figured she wouldn’t be able to untie herself after everything she had endured. Once again they had underestimated her and she would make them regret it.
But despite her desperate desire to escape she had to recover those documents. Without the critical information they contained, the Americans would never be able to drive out the Japanese from the Philippines.
Slowly she slipped out of the cell and began making her way through the building, dodging guards by hiding behind doors and furniture. Finally, she found the room where the documents were being kept. She quickly grabbed them and made a run for it, but at the last moment she was spotted by a guard who raised the alarm.
Samantha was chased through the streets, gunfire ringing out behind her. She ducked and weaved, running down alleys and through doorways to avoid capture.
She made her way through the building, dodging guards and hiding behind doors and furniture. Finally, she found the room where the documents were being kept. She quickly grabbed them and made a run for it, but she was spotted by a guard who raised the alarm.
Samantha was chased through the streets, gunfire ringing out behind her. She ducked and weaved, running down alleys and through doorways to avoid capture. Finally, she managed to make it to a safe house where Allied soldiers were waiting for her.
Samantha's bravery and determination had paid off. She had risked everything to help her country, and she had succeeded. When she returned home, she was hailed as a hero, and her father could not have been prouder of his brave daughter. Samantha had faced incredible danger and persevered, all in the name of freedom and democracy. And for her, that was more than worth any risk.
An Unwilling Guest of the Emperor (M/F)
This is wonderful! This is the PG version btw.
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some_wanderer
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Was there supposed to be a non-PG version?
If your story has a little sister tied up by their brother,
I'll be there with comment and rating
I'll be there with comment and rating
Nicely done!
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PrinceProdigal
Yes, bravo! Very well done. Great writing - I was rooting for Samantha.
In the works
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Me tooPrinceProdigal wrote: ↑1 year ago Yes, bravo! Very well done. Great writing - I was rooting for Samantha.
