I heard her enter the house, so I quickly looked for a place to hide. I was in her home to steal trade secrets from her company, but the firm who hired me had made it clear that if I were to be caught, I was on my own.
So I hid, diving behind the couch just as the lights came on. I huddled, trying to be small, my heart pounding. I could hear the woman walking around the room.
“I know you’re in here,” she announced. “I have cameras in this room to protect what I believe you’re here to take.”
I remained silent, trembling at the possibility of being caught by this woman. I started to feel ashamed and embarrassed, as if she had already caught me. I already knew I couldn’t fight and risk hurting a woman, so if she found me, I was hers.
Suddenly, there she was, beautiful, looking directly down at me where I hid.
I blushed, embarrassed to be caught like this. She smiled gently.
“Out,” she directed. “Crawl out, lay yourself down face down at my feet and put your hands behind your back.”
I obeyed slowly, hoping that if I took long enough, she might get exasperated and let me go. However, as soon as I crawled out and lay at her sandaled feet, she put her knee on my neck, crossed my wrists, and tied me up with a firm plastic zip tie.
“You’re captured,” she told me. “And believe me when I tell you, you are going to tell me who sent you, even if you think you won’t. I can and will be very persuasive.”
