With mounting trepidation, Kimberly listened to the police officer on the phone. “I’m afraid to say that we have credible evidence that there is a threat to your personal safety ma’am.” The man said, grimly. “In fact, they may make an attempt to harm or abduct you at any time.” 

“What can I do?” She asked, nervously.

“We would like to place you under protective custody until we can find out who is behind these threats.” The officer told her. “One of my officers will come by to pick you up in the next fifteen minutes or so. She will convey you to a secret safehouse. No one will know you are there except for myself and her, so they won’t be able to target you. Until then, do not leave your house and do not open your door for anyone. Do you understand?” 

“Yes.” The young woman replied. “How will I know it’s the right person?” 

“I’m sending you her picture now.” The officer told Kimberly. “In the meantime, grab whatever you will need. You might need to stay hidden until you testify to the court. Maybe even after, until we can be sure the danger has passed.” With that, he hung up. 

 Kimberly put her phone away and went to pack. She was a couple months past her 23rd birthday, a tall, rather pretty young woman with curly brown hair, worn shoulder length. That evening, she wore a brown sweater over dark grey pants. Going to her bedroom, she hurriedly gathered some necessary toiletries and tossed them in a suitcase along with a few changes of clothes. As she did, her phone buzzed again. Checking it, she saw she’d been texted a picture showing a portrait of a 20-something policewoman with short, blonde hair. 

Kimberly zipped up her bag and took it downstairs. Setting it by the door, she sat down to wait, watching the minutes tick my slowly. Despite what the man had said, it was more like half an hour before she heard the doorbell. Stepping up to it, Kimberly carefully peaked through a curtained window. To her relief, she saw a young woman with short blonde hair dressed in a policewoman’s uniform standing on the porch. Taking her bag in hand, Kimberly unlocked the door and stepped outside. 

“This way…” The policewoman said, directing Kimberly to a patrol car waiting on the street, its engine idling. The young woman got in the passenger’s seat, clutching her bag to her chest, nervously, as her escort got in beside her and peeled away from the curb. 

For ten minutes they drove, making their way to another part of town. The whole time, Kimberly looked around nervously, imagining that every car on the road was secretly tailing them, every window overhead had a sniper lurking within. Fortunately, they reached their destination unharmed; a small, ordinary house on a quiet, ordinary street. 

“Just the place we can keep you a little while, until its safe.” The blonde policewoman said, pulling the car into the garage. “Go on in, I’ll be right behind you.” 

Nodding, Kimberly got out of the car and went to the door leading from the garage to the rest of the house. The house inside was sparsely furnished, but neat and tidy for that. Kimberly went in search of a bedroom, so she could begin unpacking her things. Just as she reached the top of the stairs, she heard an odd sound. 

“Mmmm…” The low, quiet moan came from behind one of the doors down the hall from the stairs. 

“Hey!” Kimberly called down for the policewoman, but as she called out, the sound of the moaning changed, becoming more intent. After listening to it a moment, Kimberly realized the source was, undoubtedly, female and, whoever it was, she was in some sort of distress. Curious, Kimberly walked to the door and tried the knob. Finding it unlocked, she opened the door and stepped in. 

The room inside was as spartan as the rest of the house. In fact, it contained only two chairs, a pair of heavy, old fashioned wood ones. The chair to Kimberly’s left was currently occupied by the struggling figure of a nude woman. The captive’s hands and feet had been tied with rope and then she’d been lashed to the chair with coil after coil of the stuff. A band of cloth was pulled between the woman’s teeth, holding in a larder wad which made her cheeks bulge. Another band was tied across her eyes as a blindfold. 

Despite the gag and blindfold obscuring the young woman’s features somewhat, it took Kimberly only a moment to see the captive’s short, blonde hair and connect her to the photograph of her escort. “Oh my god!” She exclaimed and started forward, intending to free the hapless policewoman. Before she’d taken more then a step or two, however, Kimberly was brought up short by the sound of a gun being cocked.

Spinning around, Kimberly saw the other policewoman: the imposter one, standing in the doorway, pointing a pistol at her. Kimberly’s face went pale as she slowly raised her hands. 

“Well…” The imposter said, smiling. “This makes things simpler for me, I suppose. As you’ve probably guessed, that was the real police woman sent to pick you up…” She pointed with the gun to her double, whose struggles against the ropes binding her had taken on new intensity, though with little hope of success. “I simply borrowed her uniform and mimicked her look to get you out here. No one knows you’re here or where this place is, so don’t expect any help to come. My instructions are to keep you here until a certain date has passed. That would be a lot easier if you were dead, but, as I’m sure you’d prefer otherwise, I’m willing to hold off, so long as you’re cooperative, understand?” 

Kimberly nodded, too stunned to speak. 

“Good. Now you can show me just how cooperative you plan on being by getting undressed.” The young brunette started to protest, but the gun was a compelling counter argument. With trembling hands, she started pulling her sweater up over her head. Before long, all that was left was her panties, the rest of her clothes lying on the floor in front of her. She slid the skimpy undergarments down her legs and was about to add them to the pile with the imposter stopped her. 

“Ball them up!” She ordered and when Kimberly had done so, added, “Now, stuff them in your mouth.” The brunette moaned in dismay, but she had no choice. Fighting revulsion, she crammed the wad of cloth between her lips. From a pocket, the mimic policewoman took out a rolled up band of cloth and passed it to her helpless victim. At her captor’s instruction, Kimberly tied the gag on over the panties packing her mouth. 

The imposter, meanwhile, took out a short coil of rope. As soon as Kimberly had tied her gag on, she was ordered to turn and cross her wrists behind her back. She did so and her captor stepped forward, quickly lashing her wrists together in tight, unyielding loops. Seating the helpless woman in the second, free chair, the imposter produced more rope from her pockets and soon has Kimberly tied up the same way the real policewoman had been. Soon both squirmed helpless in their ropes, moaning into their gags. 

“You’re doing great, hun.” The imposter said, giving Kimberly a friendly pat. “Keep being so cooperative and you’ll survive this.” She flashed a wicked grin. “I may even let you go free when this is all done…”