Kidnapped Street Cop

Officer Welton just thought that maybe taking a quick detour from his usual patrol routine would be a good quick idea. Taking a shortcut through an alley to get to his fave coffee shot. 

What a big mistake that was, all he remembered was that he was midway through the alley when he heard quick footsteps movement behind him and an intense pain on his head.

The next time he woke up, he was completely trussed up to a chair, his mouth and eyes covered all taped up to what smelled like a duct tape, he tried working the tape off, but there was a piece of awfully tasting cloth stuffed in his mouth preventing him from using his tongue. He moaned and groaned a little bit to test it out, no use! The combination of the cloth and tight duct tape around mouth and head was an effective combination, he could only let out a muffled groan that nobody further than 50 feet wouldn't have been able to hear.

Knowing that calling for help was not an option, he then proceeded to test his bonds. Earlier when he struggled he felt cold metal around his wrists, and metal jingling noises making him to believe that he's handcuffed - probably using his own handcuffs. Assessing the situation, he knew that he always kept a spare hidden handcuffs key just for this exact reason. When he was deciding to decide where to place this key, he knew that he had to place the key in an easy access spot not where any of his gear would be, because most likely he would have been disarmed as well. So the placed it on the inside of his pants belt. BUT FUCK!! He taped it on the inside just slightly on his right side. He tried maneuvering his cuffed hands to try to reach the inside of his belt, when he realized that the captor didn't even bother to remove his gunbelt. But his hope of escape dashed away quickly when he realized that he couldn't move his wrist almost at all away from when they're tied down. The captor has tied his handcuffed hands down tightly to the chair frame, completely eliminating his chance of movement. This is when his muscles worked against him, his muscles actually made it so that he didn't have any slack on his predicament against the chair. He tried a few more times to reach the hidden key with his fingers. FUCK FUCK FUCK!!! He thought to himself, when he knew he wasn't even close to being able to reach it.

He assessed his situation again, tried squirming and struggling and wiggling out of his bonds. He knew right away that he was tied even more to the sturdy metal chair on top of his handcuffed hands.

 Break the chair? Nope it's metal and felt sturdy as hell.

He squirmed some more, he couldn't even put his feet down. The captor had tied his ankles back and up off the ground. He couldn't feel the ground with his feet. So no point trying to break the chair anyway.

He's starting to get scared to the fact that he might have been unable to get free on his own, and be a captive until god knows how long. But he's not giving up yet.........He squirmed and wiggled his entire body and all his limbs trying to feel out where the weakest part of his bonds is. He squirmed for a good 10-15 minutes, which felt like forever. He's totally starting to sweat everywhere. As just he was about to tire himself and give up. He hear a crackle of his radio.

"....rr.......27, what's your 20.......rrrzz"

What a stupid captor he thought, he didn't even take his radio away. 

".....rzzzz This is dispatch. I repeat 27, what's your 20......rzzzzs"

He then realized if that captor is really as stupid as he thought he was, then he probably still has his microphone attached to his collar. He tried feeling it with his neck and chin, as much movement as it was allowed. FUCK YES!!! it's FUCKING there!!!

All he needed to do was to strategically press the mic unit with his chin, then we can moan, groan.....or whatever he could let out. He's sure that would raise suspicion and they would send someone.

The effort was not as easy as he thought originally, he tried working the unit so that it would be lodged sideways then tried pushing it with his chin, and cradling it with his shoulder. The ropes binding his upper body was limiting his movement. He tried continuously for another 10 mins, when he was the clicking noise that the mic would mic when it was pressed. He then just tried to make as much noise as he could....

"......mpppphhhhffflghhh....mglppppppphhh.......mmmmmmppppprrlhhh....." he tried as much as he could, before the mic quickly squeaked indicated that the button was no longer pressed from all his effort to make a noise.....

"mmmmmffffuuucmmmpphh" he cursed behind his taped mouth.

"rzzzz......please repeat that 27......over....rrrzZZ" The radio replied, he knew he had to try again......he was trying to repeat the effort again until, a hand just slapped his head and cheek so hard and aggressive, that he almost jumped off his chair.

"oh.....not to fast big guy!!" A deed voice came from behind him "I didn't think you would go this far. I've been watching you all this time, I guess I underestimated you a little bit, officer"

Officer Welton started to panic, he started to breathe hard which was hard with his mouth all stuffed up. The guy rested his hands on his shoulders and whispered...."You just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. So just calm down, and sit here for a while while I finish my business. I don't want to hurt you, but doesn't mean I wont"

The fact that the captor whispered inches away from his ear, made him panic even more. He's never been tied up before, and never felt more helpless and vulnerable before. He's been handcuffed before during training, but only less than a minute. Never this long and tied up even more with no movement allowed. He felt so powerless. He just groaned and tried yanking his shoulders to make the captor move his hands away from his shoulder to show that he's not gonna let the captors be in charge.

"A feisty one I see. Ok so I just need to you to do one thing for me......"

To be continued......