The Break-In Game  

rm_the_taker 45M
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5/21/2005 2:02 pm

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The Break-In Game


It is 4:30 on friday afternoon, and I call you to see if you are working late. "Unfortunately. I guess it will be dark before I get home, maybe 6:30ish?" you sigh. "then ...are we still on for tonight?" I ask tentatively. "Of course, Sweetheart, I will see you soon." I can hear the excitement in your voice. "Drive safe sweetheart, I will see you soon." as I drive home I consider all the possibilities. We have fourteen rooms to choose from, if we count the bathrooms and basement. Which is the best for my attack?
One of our rules is that you must search every room in the house. I pull into our garage and head to the breaker panel, shutting off all the power in the house. The garage, I wonder? Plenty of rope and supplies ... but lately you have checked there first. I collect four sections of rope and continue into the house. The kitchen? a favorite, but it is too open to properly hide in. I want you to be truly scared when I attack. Maybe the first bedroom at the top of the stairs, we haven't played our game there, yet. It will take you that much longer to come across me. I walk upstairs to the linen closet, grabbing a nice white sheet, shaping it into a lasso gag. I cross the room, pulling the blinds almost closed, but cracking the window open to cover the sound of my breathing. The room is relatively bare, except the bed, which I pull away from the wall, tying a slip knot in each rope and attaching them one by one to the legs of the bed, concealing the rope underneath. I go back downstairs to prepare the rest of the house. In the dining room, I unlock and open one of the bay doors slightly, causing the curtains to billow. In the kitchen, I fill a glass of water and lay it on its side, the water slowly dripping off the end of the table. I float from room to room, closing drapes and making shadows. In the front room I make a dark shape on the couch out of a couple jackets. You will be home soon, so I return to the bedroom. I have the sheet in my right hand so I can grab you from behind with my left. I stand beside the door and slow my breathing. I hear the faint rumble of your car pulling up. I track your movements, unlocking the door and slowly moving into the kitchen. I count your paces as you move from room to room. Before long I hear the first creak on the stairs, but not at the bottom. You must have remembered to walk close to the stringers. I hear you cross the top of the stairs to the bathroom, you are so close, I can taste your fear. You hesitate. For a second I am not sure you will try the bedroom door. I hear you take a deep shakey breath, then move quickly toward the door. Not quickly enough. As the door handle moves, I open the door, the force pulling your arm into the room. I use your arm to spin you around, looping the sheet gag across your mouth and pulling it tight. I have you.

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