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CHAPTER 3

JAMIE

I’m not sure what I become aware of first. That it’s pitch black, that I’m moving, or that I can hear voices.

I remember I was trying to get away and then the realisation that I’m also bound and gagged dawns on me. I think of Aiden, and a heavy dread forms in my chest. Has he found me? I didn’t recognise the guys in the car. Has he sent someone after me? Maybe those he spoke to on the phone? Fear spirals through me and my chest heaves. The gag prevents me from taking a proper breath and I lie gasping. Tears run down my cheeks at the futility of my escape earlier, wondering if this could be where my life ends.

I try to breathe through my nose, staving off a panic attack. I’m not dead yet, and they don’t know I’m awake. Maybe I can use that to my advantage somehow. Once my breathing returns to normal, I try to hear what they’re saying.

“What if it’s the wrong guy?” The voice is deep and rich.

“There can only be one. What kind of fuckwit hitchhikes along here? The road doesn’t go anywhere.” A second voice chimes in, with a slightly manic sound to it.

“Then who the fuck is that?”

The car slows and comes to a stop, and there’s some more talking but I can’t work out what’s being said. Then there’s the slam of a door and the car moves off again quickly.

“What’s going on?” A third voice this time, closer to me. Maybe someone got in the car when it stopped.

“We’ve already picked up someone we thought was you?” the rich-voiced guy answers.

“You did what? Where are they?”

“In the boot.”

“What do you mean in the boot?”

“Well, it’s a hostage situation, so we made him a hostage.” The manic guy speaks excitedly.

“Do you mean to tell me you’ve got a guy tied up in the boot of this car?”

“Yup.”

“What the fuck do you think this is, some Tarantino movie? Wait? Were you going to tie me up as well?”

If there’s an answer, I don’t hear it, just the third guy exclaiming again. “Have you got an ounce of sense between you? This is a simulation!”

I hear the manic guy speak again. “We were making it real.”

“Do you realise how bad this is?” He’s almost shouting now. “We’ll be lucky to just get away with being sued. We need to stop the car and let him out.”

There’s a short silence, punctuated by the third guy speaking again. “What is it?”

“Glynn knocked the guy out.” This was the deep voice, so I assume the other one—the manic-sounding one—is Glynn.

“What. The. Actual. Fuck!” Third guy shouts this time. “Add assault to being sued now. He’ll involve the police. This is so fucked up! This could end the training company. Do you realise that?”

Silence descends again, and I’m not sure it’s because they aren’t talking or I just can’t hear them. Now that I know they weren’t sent by Aiden, my body relaxes and I can breathe easily again. I settle into the space, the movement of the car soothing. The ties on my wrists and ankles aren’t tight; I’ve had them bound less comfortably. The gag is a bit rough, as I prefer a ball gag, but it’s fine. I chuckle to myself at their discussion. They don’t suspect that the person they have tied up in their boot is one of the few people who actually likes it—hell, I’d probably pay for it. I hadn’t thought of the confines of a car boot before. Another place to add to the list. Maybe not the kidnapping, although now I know I’m in no danger the excitement of the event takes over from fear. The familiar tingle begins at the base of my spine, spreading throughout my groin. My chuckle turns to silent laughter round the gag. Delight that I find myself in a situation I’ve wanted adds to my arousal, and my cock thickens in response.

Being confined is deeply arousing, but every jostle of the car rocks me, creating friction between my cock and underpants that has me deliciously on the edge, and I don’t want it to stop. I’ve experienced nothing like it for a long time. I no longer hear noises from the car, but I don’t care. I’m locked in my own world of pleasure, at a level that is exquisite torture.