The Game · Part 1

The Game · Part 1 (1/2)
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Giga sat at their booth with her back to the door of a little Italian place near downtown. It was one of their favorite places to go and it seemed like the right place to have a nice civil discussion about things that were going on between them. Mistakes were made. By everyone. And it would take some work but they were going to get through it. They always did. Tonya was arguing with the mirror on her visor as she touched up her makeup for the umpteenth time. She was stalling. And fuming more and more as she was stalling. Eventually she got out of the car and headed for the door. The click of her heels signaling a countdown to an altercation that had been building for some time.

As she got to the door she saw Giga in their spot, the little two-person booth in the corner. She checked her reflection in the door and made her way inside. “Table for one?” the helpful hostess inquired. “I’m meeting someone. I think she’s already here.” Tonya responded, almost sure of herself. “Right this way” the hostess grabbed a menu, necessary amenities, and led the way to the booth. Tonya followed, as she usually does and scooted into the corner tossing her clutch in the seat beside her. The took a moment and just looked at each other. It hadn’t been long, but it always felt like it when Tonya was away.

“Are you going to keep that whole loaf of bread to yourself?” Tonya broke the semi-awkward silence first, maintaining eye contact “Bitch, I might be!” Giga’s tone was defiant and her face a frozen mask as she stared back at Tonya, but the moment didn’t last. Giga broke first and soon a giggle snort was out. And then a noise that you have to be present to appreciate as she tried to catch her breath. The corner of the restaurant was almost staring at them now, but as usual they were equal parts used to it and just did not give a fuck. “So why were we pissy again? I honestly can’t remember.” Giga asked after finally composing herself.

More or less, “And stop scratching or that is never gonna heal.” “Fine. Of course, you never remember. You, cunt. And you can never remember why I’m mad at you. And for some reason, I can’t say mad at you. This time might have been mostly me. Maybe.” Tonya was trying not to scratch and fidgeting in her seat as Giga was eyeballing her “Is it because you lost your tiny mind at the last play party we went to? I gave you simple instructions and you fucked them up” Giga was fishing, but she knew what was eating at Tonya “You told me to go get tied and you’d be right there. I got started and waited. Then finished and waited. Then out and tied again. The second time was too much.

And the party was over and I was still waiting. And hurting. And you…” Tonya began fidgeting again, “didn’t give me a choice and just left me tied and just put me in the van and brought me home. Which, honestly, was, probably my favorite part. Even though by the time we got home I was pretty sore. Because I overdo it sometimes.” The tonality in her voice was all over the place, from accusational to apologetic. “Do you remember what that night’s lesson was about?” Giga leaned in and gently asked Tonya “Ummm … I do not. I’m sorry. I know I should, but I cannot remember.” Tonya eyes were focused on the bread.

She was fidgeting again straightening out the wrinkly folds in her blue dress “The lesson was about patience. And how if you can be patient, and can wait for the right moment something wonderful will happen and it will be totally worth it. I was bragging on you the whole night. About how amazing you were and how you were going to get something wonderful if you just waited for the right moment.” She reached across the table and grabbed Tonya hands and held them tightly.

“I promise it is coming and it will be right out of one of your stories you fantastic little wheirdo.” And they both giggled and continued to do so until “I’m sorry I went a little crazy and accused you of putting a tracking device in me,” and Giga broke eye contact, stopped giggling, and her face went a little bit ghosty. “Wait. Did you actually put something in my arm? Giga?!?” “Well, you see puddin. You run off a lot. And with the way you adventure it is kind of handy to be able to keep an eye on you, or at least know where you are.” Her tone was much softer and if Tonya didn’t know any better, it was apologetic “OH. MY.

GOD.” Tonya slid to the end of the booth and glared at Giga “You did. You fucking did. Of all the things YOU HAVE PUT INSIDE ME! A FUCKING TRACKING DEVICE!?!?!?!?!?” the sound of every piece of silverware, formally in someone’s hand, now hitting a ceramic plate echoed through their little corner of the building. Just as Giga’s phone went off “Yeah, get that. And that too” a text from Tonya appeared. Tonya: Fuck Off fuh fuh “Honey wait. Look.” Giga switched sides of the booth and crowded Tonya into a corner, honestly a button for them both. She was nearly whispering now, “We’ve had a breakthrough in the miniaturization process of the GPS for our toys and now collars.

We pitched it to an investor at the only way she said she would be on board 100% is if we had a subdermal version too.” Tonya’s fidgeting continued and her eyes were darting around the room when they weren’t trying to manage eye contact with Giga. Who was making way too much sense. Dammit. “So we made one. And I wasn’t allowed to use myself as a test subject, and technically … technically you can’t say no Technically. So, I didn’t give you a chance to say no. Yes. That is a tracking device in your arm. And it’s because I love you and I want you to be safe.” “You. Are. A crazy person. And I have to pee.

Please let me out.” Tonya was scooching into Giga trying to get her to move out of the way. “please. Really. I need to be. Or be sick, or anything not at this fucking table right now.” “Give me your clutch.” Giga held out her hand as she backed out of the booth. “Give it to me. I don’t want you leaving. I’m not done with you yet.” she reached her hand out slightly further and Tonya complied. Giga’s phone went off again. “That too, I don’t need you sending me hateful things from the potty.” “Fine. Here.” Tonya firmly placed her iPhone on top of her clutch and Giga clicked it open and closed vanishing the phone inside.

Tonya stomped off to the restroom as Giga picked up her phone to check the messages again. A text from an unknown number, “Give it to us and no one has to get hurt” Giga cautiously looked around and a very uneasy feeling washed over her Tonya walked into the bathroom on the verge of tears. She leaned against the counter and stared in the mirror. Her nose inches away from her reflection, “You’ve gone too far this time Giga” she angrily whispered. A voice from behind her quietly asked. “Did you say you that your name was Giga? I mean you were talking to yourself in the mirror and you called yourself Giga. Are you Giga?” she was a motherly looking type, a mother of linebackers anyway.

“Bitch I might be” Tonya responded, half playful, half cautiously guarded. The last thing she remembered was a metallic clicky noise and a very pretty blue flash. Giga was sitting by herself at the table and her appetite was gone. Something wasn’t right. Even if she was pouting and doing her makeup Tonya should have been back by now. Giga shot her a quick text. Giga: Are you okay? Tonya’s clutch dinged that ridiculous Mario coin noise and Giga giggled because half the times it went off she punched Tonya in the ass. Okay, probably more like 60-40. But a few seconds later the light bulb came on. No makeup touchups because she didn’t let Tonya have her clutch.

Giga slid down the seat and jumped out the end of the booth. She quickly made it to the restroom and Tonya was nowhere to be found. Without a second of hesitation she shoved open the door to the men’s room and no one was in there either. She poked her head in the kitchen and the staff was startled by her. “Aaa lady you cayn’t be in ere” one of shouted in accented English “Fuck off … I, I mean, I’m looking for someone” She was peeking into corners and looking for possible exits “brunette, blue dress, cute shoes, about 5’7” her hand was in the air a little above her head. “Have you seen her, it’s very important.” One of the kitchen guys spoke up “Oh yeah. She came through here. Drunk as FUCK.

Couldn’t even stand up on her own. Some bullshit about a bad breakup and making a scene out front earlier. Nice lady helped her out the back door. Big broad. Nice lookin though.” “How long ago? Which way is the back door?” Giga was frantic “Ten minutes maybe. Back door leads out into the alley. We take our trash out that way. Nobody uses it but us but she said this was a special case.” Giga was already out the door when as they were still talking. She made it out the door just in time to see a plain white panel van pull around the corner. She took off running after it. With traffic if it hit the light red she would be able to just catch it.

She reached the end of the block and turned the corner, immediately thinking that she should be in more sensible shoes for chasing cars. Or creepy panels vans. Whatever. A lane over making a left at the light she could see the van. She broke into a dead run again, impressive in heels to say the least, and got to the van just as it took off. She got her fingers on the handle of the back door and it flew open, breaking more than one nail in the process. She could see in the van. Two women, one kneeling over a woman in a blue dress, locking something shiny on her wrists, cuffs perhaps. The other was giving direction to the driver and shouting something about a warehouse and parking.

Giga stopped in the intersection. She grabbed her fingers and sucked air in around her teeth. They had her. They had Tonya. And she was going to get her back. Tonya shut her eyes harder to try and make her world stop spinning. It seemed to work, or the effects of, whatever the fuck that was, (magic wand?? prolly not) were wearing off. She tried to pick herself up off the floor but her hands would not move. Not even a little bit. There was cold steel around them, but in between her wrists too. These were nice. Sturdy, but not too heavy. “Shit. She’s waking up. Should I hit her again?” one of the woman asked “No. Just gag and bag her.

We’ll deal with her when we get to the warehouse,” the other replied. Gina, the mother of linebackers helped a semi-conscious Tonya roll onto her side. She walked a black ballgag into Tonya’s mouth and pulled the ends behind her head and buckled it tight. The click of a tiny padlock followed shortly after. Then a padded blindfold was pulled down over her eyes. One of the nicer ones with the nose hole portion that cuts off all light from every angle. Then a basic cloth hood with a drawstring was pulled over her head. “You done already? Shit, that was quick. I guess try the other pair of rigid cuffs on her ankles since they were too big for her wrists.

Just remember which key so we don’t spend all day searching for it” with a few moments of searching and adjusting Tonya’s ankles were bound just as her wrists in rigid cuffs. Tonya was coming to and thinking to herself. And as usual she was over thinking. She was okay being helpless. Hell, she preferred it to most anything else. But this felt over the top. Almost too much. Just. Like. One. Of. Her. Stories. OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG This was Giga’s surprise. Kidnapped for reals. Tased and bound by “strangers” and whisked away in a creepy creeper van. She giggled to herself and started to fight against her bonds. She was going to play her part.

The damselly damsel in need of rescue. And she was going to be convincing too. All the times she’d played out this little fantasy all by herself and now it was happening. Giga was a genius! “How could I have been so fucking stupid?” Giga was shouting out loud, to herself. “I put the device in Tonya, now they have it. No demands. No other messages from the anon number. She said something about a warehouse, and parking. Is there a warehouse nearby with a parking garage? Maybe.” She pulled her phone out of her purse “MOTHERFUCKER!” cursing out loud as she hurriedly banged her fingers on the clasp. Her search came back with surprising results “The Warehouse.

Is an art museum about 15 minutes north of downtown Dallas. And open by appointment only. A great place to vanish a van. And probably change vehicles. Shit. They had a head start too. Fuck. I need to hurry” she ran back through the restaurant and was met at the front door by the hostess. “Miss? Miss! I thought you left. The manager took care of your ticket. It was just drinks, but you left this behind.” And the hostess handed her Tonya’s clutch “I kept it up here to make sure it was safe. I think there was a game left on though. I mean, it kept making game noises anyway” Giga rolled her eyes. “Yeah. Yeah, a game.

Thank you” she smiled a half-hearted smile, flew out the front door this time, and took off running again. She got the car and tore out of the parking lot. Her gym bag was in the front seat and she attempted to change while she was driving. She’d done it before, but not at this pace with this much going on. At a stoplight halfway there, she pulled her shorts on under her skirt, kicked off her heels, and slipped on her Pumas. She made some kid’s day sitting in the backseat of his mom’s carpool as she doffed her sweater and pulled her dry fit long sleeve t-shirt at the next light. The van rocked as they quickly pulled into the empty parking lot at The Warehouse.

Gina could have sworn she heard a muffled “wheeee” coming from under the hood, but she dismissed it. “Get those cuffs off her ankles unless you wanna carry this bitch to the Tahoe.” Gina started searching for the right key and Tonya waved her hands around and tried to shout something to her captors. Gina just leaned on her and kept her from trying to roll away. “Goddammit. I know it’s one of these keys.” The angry shouty lady that was apparently in charge was getting frustrated. “Fuck the keys. Get her up and help her to the Tahoe. I think someone is following us.” Gina helped Tonya up and climbed out of the van.

She reached back in and grabbed Tonya’s ankles and pulled her to the edge so she was sitting with her heels on the ground. This time it wasn’t Gina’s imagination as she heard a muffled “TaaaDaaa” as Tonya stood up and began hopping straight ahead, bound and blind, with no assistance. Each woman stopped and stared in amazement, not knowing what to think about their alleged “victim” racing them to the Tahoe. She was only a block away and she saw the van. It was in the corner of the parking lot and the back door was open and it was empty, and there was Tonya, hopping towards a white SUV. It looked like she was making a break for it, but there was still a bag on her head.

Just as she seemed to have a firm grasp of what she was doing, Tonya slammed into the side of the Tahoe mid hop. The odd sounding crash refocused the girls and they got back on task. Gina was helping Tonya up and was able to make out “I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay.” On repeat coming from under the hood. She helped Tonya up and into the back of the SUV. She was laying on her side and her wrist and ankle bonds were ziptied to the cargo hooks in the back. A large black ziptie was placed around her legs just above her knees, and another around her neck, not tightly, but it wasn’t coming off.

Wrists and ankles attached to the hooks nearest the back seat, and her knees and the one around her neck to the ones by the bumper. Gina walked around back and closed the back door. Giga had made it into the parking lot next door and was hiding behind the van and sneaking towards the Tahoe. The other crazy kidnapper peoples got it the Tahoe and were looking for the keys as Giga reached the back of the Tahoe. She opened the back very slowly and reached in and put her hand on Tonya’s head. She whispered “Honey? Tonya? Are you okay?” a giggle came from under the hood. “Ith ih ahfuhm” (this is awesome) “Eye luh ih! Phanf yu fho muhf” (I love it!

Thank you so much) Tonya was so giddy she was almost in tears. Giga’s eyes widened, and that wave of uneasiness washed over her again. Tonya thinks this is a big game. Her big surprise. “Oh hun. I didn’t do this. It’s not me. This is real. Do you hear me? This is re-” She was nearly in tears too. Just as she started looking for a way to get the cuffs or zipties off a hand pushed down on the back of the Tahoe. “We were being followed. I knew it!” Gina shouted. She closed the lid and was barely able to graze Giga with the taser as she ducked out of the way. It wasn’t much of a jolt, but enough to cause her to slump into a pile behind the Tahoe.

“She’s down, what do you want me to do with her?” the answer came from the driver’s seat “We have Giga, we don’t need that bitch. Zip her up and let’s get the fuck out of here.” And Gina did just that. She rolled Giga onto her stomach and put a quick ziptie on her wrists and then crossed her ankles and another quick zip. Gina ran back around and hopped in the Tahoe and they took off out of the parking lot leaving Giga dazed and helpless behind them. Giga never was completely out and become more and more baffled by what she had heard as she came back to her senses. She started thinking out loud again as she was trying to find a quick way out of her bonds “We have Giga.

We don’t need that bitch. We have Giga? We don’t need that bitch? Who did they think I wa- oh fuck. They think Tonya is me. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck. No. Nononono. This is not good. I have to find her. I guess it’s time to see if that little fucker is going to do what it’s supposed to do.” She had pulled off her shoe and was trying to get the laces around the ziptie on her wrists. Hopefully the internet had this one right. She managed to get the shoelace around the ziptie and tied it to the other shoelaces and began working them in opposite directions. In the video the girls sawed through the ziptie kicking her legs back and forth, but her ankles were crossed and very tightly ziptied together.

The high-low method eventually worked and she then used it on her ankles. She was free, sooner than she thought she would be but it still took too long. The Tahoe went west on I30 to Ft Worth and then south down 35W to Crowley. About an hour’s drive from where they started. They went down a long driveway and finally came to a stop. The lady behind the wheel spoke up “Okay, I’ll get the comms up and going and you two take our guest to her new home.” They all got out and the leader lady walked in the front door of the foreman’s office/trailer. They were at a construction site, of sorts, it was a farm that was being remodeled. It was just over halfway complete but was halted due to foreclosure.

Gina found the right key and unlocked the tiny padlock on Tonya’s ankle cuffs and began cutting the zipties keeping her in the back like a very important piece of unwanted baggage. Tonya was helped to her feet and was a little wobbly after riding sideways for over an hour. She got her baring and was latched onto from each side by the arm by her two assistants. The walked around the foreman’s abode where the leader disappeared and around to the back of the house. The outside of the dwelling was complete, but the walls inside were just a skeleton of what it was going to be. Tonya was helped to the floor and her shoes removed. The hood was taken off and the blindfold removed as well.

She was kind of surprised by this as she figured she would be kept in the dark until the game was completely over. She was happy about this turn of events because she still needed to pee, and could use a drink. Maybe she could talk them into breaking character for just a minute, or four. “Eye ahr ooh uh-ah-ih eye uhh?” (Why aren’t you unlocking my cuffs) Tonya was turning her body to show the girls her wrists. “What the fuck do you want?” Gina was staring at Tonya trying to figure out what was going through her tiny mind “I can’t understand a word you’re saying.” She turned to Melanie “Any ideas?” “Well, there’s nobody for miles. We could take off the gag instead of playing guessing games.

Boss is gonna wanna talk to her soon anyway. No sense pissing her off not being able to find the right key.” Her condescending tone conveyed her frustration “You know what, fuck you Melanie.” Now they were using names, what the fuck “You gonna use my real name Gina, fuck you Gina Michaels. Unlock her gag you idiot.” More names. This was getting more off script all by the minute. “Oh-ay. Ohh-ay. Eeh-uhs” (okay. Ookay. Geezus) Tonya just wanted to ask to go pee and maybe stretch her arms and get a drink. That was all. Just those, ummm several things. Gina unlocked the gag and unbuckled it from behind Tonya’s head.

“Now what the fuck were you trying to say?” Gina was still pissed at Mel and Tonya was now a prime target. She knelt down in the floor next to Tonya and waited for an answer. “Oh. I was just asking why you weren’t unlocking my cuffs. I mean, we’re at your” she turned around and tried to throw up bunny rabbit ears “hideout. And I don’t really see any sense why my a

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