Detective Madison Parker was frustrated. She had been hunting down a white slavery ring that had been operating in the area for the better part of six months, and despite progress being made in the case it had not done much to prevent more and more girls from disappearing across the city. Many right from their own homes and apartments. The best lead that she had was that men looking like interior workers had been spotted around many of the kidnapping locations, but that wasn’t a whole lot to go on right now. Standing up from her study, she walked back out into the kitchen to refill her cup of coffee. Covid meant that police force members not actively working in the field now worked from home, but she still found comfort in dressing in a tank top, sweatpants and combat boots even at home. Pouring cream into her coffee, she was interrupted by a knock on her apartment door. Who could that be. She wondered.

Walking over to the door and peering through, she could see two men in paint stained coveralls and cautiously opened the door, making sure that the security chain was in place. “Hello?”

“Good morning Ma’am.” The man at the front said. “We’re here to replace your carpets? There should have been notification from the building about us coming in today.”

Madison didn’t remember an email coming in from the building management but most of those emails ended up in her junk folder so there was a good chance she just hadn’t seen it. “Fine, one moment.”

She closed the door to remove the security chain before opening it up, allowing the two men at the door to bring in a large roll of carpet and a bag that contained their tools of the trade. They set their things down, one of the men pulling out a ruler and walking around the edge of the room to inspect the carpet edges. The other pulled out a clipboard with some forms on it. “Sign here please ma’am, then we can get to work.”

She took the clipboard but realized the second man was coming up behind her and whirled around. “What are you-AHHMMPH!”

The man behind her was actually just a distraction, as the one who had handed her the clipboard seized her arms and yanked them behind her. Struggling in his grip, she opened her mouth to scream but a wad of cloth was stuffed into her mouth, muffling her cry. Seeing a roll of duct tape emerge from the bag, she used the man behind her as leverage to unload a pair of kicks into the second attacker. He blocked the first, but the second one caught him in the groin, causing him to fold over with a grunt of pain. “Quit fooling around.” The man holding her grunted. “We’re on a schedule.”

“Oh I’m sorry.” The other spat. “While we’re at it, why don’t you let her go and she can put a boot into your dick too.”

“Just drug her.”

“Fine.” He grumbled, digging into the bag to pull out a cloth that he soaked in something from a bottle.

Despite her attempted kicks and struggles, the two men were able to easily manhandle the detective, much to her embarrassment and clamp the cloth over her face. Madison held her breath, but eventually her lungs began to burn and she gasped out for a breath, inhaling the drug and soon, her eyes closed. The two men relaxed as the detective went under, only for her leg to come up and slam the one in front in the chest and she tried to use that momentum to swing around in the grip of the other in a last desperate maneuver to break free.

Unfortunately for Madison, she had still inhaled some of the drug and while the kick did cause one to go crashing over her coffee table, her second move was easily shut down and the drugged cloth clamped back over her mouth. “Nice try.” Came a sneer in her ear as she finally did lose consciousness and collapsed to the ground. “Let’s get her ready.”

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Madison woke up to a splitting headache, her eyes unwilling to open until she tried to rub her eyes and realized her arms would not respond. Then she became aware of a very restricting sensation and her eyes flew open to look down at herself. The tight sensation was the fact that she had been completely mummified in duct tape from head to toe. Her feet stuck out of the bottom of the silver cocoon and her head poked out the top. She had been stripped of her clothes, her boots, pants, and top in tatters now off to the side, and multiple wraps of tape had been wound around her face to gag her. “I must congratulate you detective. You came a lot closer than most people to figuring out our operations.”

She turned her head the best she could to see the two men unravelling the carpet beside her. It wasn’t any kind of replacement for the apartment, it was a cheap, scratchy carpet that didn’t have many uses. Then it suddenly dawned on her what was about to happen and the men could see it in her eyes. “Yes detective. Carpets do make it easy to conceal a girl when we carry her off to a life of slavery. And you’re about to experience it.”

Madison screamed into her gag and strained at her tape prison. She had no idea how many layers of tape they had used on her bare skin, but no matter what she tried, she could only rock back and forth, her limbs were practically welded against her body with tape. The two men stood over her with predatory grins. “Say goodbye to your life detective Madison.” One laughed before they picked her up and placed her on the carpet.

A nylon hood was forced over her head and tightened around her neck, not tight enough to choke her but definitely enough to make her uncomfortable. The hood also cut off all light to her eyes and made it slightly difficult to breathe, on top of the struggles she was having with the tape tightly wrapped around her chest. While she was trying to get her air flow under control, she felt the carpet curve up around her body and she was rolled over as they began to roll the carpet up, causing her to spin several times. She was slightly dizzy when they finished, realizing she was now mummified in a second layer of bondage with the carpet now trapping her taped up form. More tape ripping could be heard as the men secured the roll of carpet into its roll, the length made it very difficult to see that there was a human form trapped inside, before they picked up their helpless package and carried it out.

They ran into Madison’s neighbour in the hallway, smiling and nodding to her as they passed by. The girl was a college student in her early 20s and the men made a note of it as they continued past with their carpet. Jade was unaware that her neighbour from the police force was helplessly bound and gagged inside the carpet that was carried within inches of her head.

The elevator ride was uneventful and the slavers continued with their package to the waiting white van. Opening the door, they tossed the carpet inside to land on top of a pile of carpets that was already there.

Madison grunted as she was tossed through the air, landing on what felt like more rugs through the layers of carpet around her, but straining her ears she could make out some muffled moaning and grunts and realized that she was not the only captive in the van. Madison sobbed quietly, realizing that her failure to discover the kidnappers in time meant that she would be joining them and that they would continue to operate. Maybe the other victims in the van with her, mummified in tape and carpets, were even from her apartment complex. She would never know and despite her desperate struggles and cries for help, there was nothing to stop the men as they climbed into the front and drove off with their mummified captives, pleased with the days haul.