“Room service!”

Kim waited outside of the door to the hotel room patiently. Usually she waited about ten seconds for a response before entering a room. After a couple of seconds she heard a thump and a muffled voice, sounded female. She sighed, had she interrupted another couple having sex again? This early in the morning?

Then she heard the female voice again and it sounded more strained or frustrated and a man was heard cursing. “Hello?” She knocked again. “Is everything ok in there?”

It still sounded like something was going on in the room. “If I don’t get a response I’ll be phoning down to the front desk in a few seconds!”

After a second the door opened and Kim was opening her mouth to ask if everything was ok when she froze. The man standing in the doorframe was dressed in black with a mask covering his face and a pistol in his hand pointed at her. A glove hand quickly shot out and grabbed onto her wrist and yanked her into the room. Kim was too surprised to even cry out as she was pulled into the room. Once inside, the man adjusted his grip so that one gloved hand covered her mouth and the other wrapped around her torso and pressed her against his solid chest. The door was kicked shut behind them and Kim squirmed in the man’s grip as she was half carried half shoved into the room. As the rest of the room came into view, Kim’s eyes went wide as she saw what was going on. On the bed closer to the door, another masked man dressed in black sat with a couple open duffle bags beside him, the nearest one seemed filled with rope and rubber balls on straps. Then she looked at the other bed in the room and the purpose of the rubber balls on straps became very apparent.

Lying on the bed was a young woman with long blonde hair, dressed in an expensive looking lilac coloured evening dress and heels. Long satin gloves in a matching purple adorned her arms and she wore additional accessories in the form of rope. She was tied in a tight hogtie, with rope binding her wrists, elbows, ankles, and knees with more around her chest and waist, pinning her dress against her body. Her hair was messy and her dress was slightly askew, showing that she had been struggling for quite some time and if her high heels weren’t tied onto her feet, they probably would have fallen off some time ago. One of the red rubber balls filled her mouth with black straps disappearing under her long blonde hair to secure it in place.

With a start, she recognized the girl as Victoria Smith, who was recently all over the news for vanishing from the debutante ball in a hotel the next block over. Now she knew exactly what happened to the poor girl, and from the looks of things, she might not even be the first to disappear from that ball. But she had to worry about herself first. “Get me one of the ballgags.” The man holding her grunted.

Kim tried to shake her head as another ball was brought up to her mouth and had barely a second to get any words out. “No please i-mmmmmph!”

The rubber stopper went in between her teeth, jamming her mouth open and causing her to gag slightly as the straps were pulled around her head and buckled under her dark hair. Now forcibly muted, the men turned their attention to uncoiling several hanks of rope and began tying up their captive. With the threat of the pistol still very much in her view, Kim stayed rooted in place as the men began binding her wrists and ankles. More rope was added until she was bound similarly to Victoria, who had been struggling the entire time. Eventually Kim was fully bound and shoved onto the bed, where her ankles were roped to her wrists to put her in a matching hogtie.

Uncomfortably bowed back, Kim was very very thankful that she did yoga regularly as she shifted in the enforced position. Victoria was still growling muffled curses around her gag as she rocked side to side and the second masked man glowered at her. “Shutup.” He snapped. “Cut it out or we’ll make you regret it.”

With that threat hanging in the air Kim noticed he was bleeding from the nose and the man went to the bathroom to clean things up. Then there was weight on the bed as the man who grabbed her sat beside her on the bed. “I’m sorry you got pulled into this.” The man who had grabbed her at the door said as he watched his partner walk into the bathroom. “My mother is sick and I don’t have the money to afford care for her. So I have to do things like this, I don’t like it, but it’s for my mother.”

Kim had a swirling mix of emotions inside of her. Was he….caring for her? Showing sympathy? It seemed so unlikely that a masked goon who had threatened her with a pistol was now apologizing for it, and now she was sympathizing for his situation? There was absolutely no way. On the other hand Victoria didn’t seem sympathetic at all as she angrily cursed at him behind her ballgag. The man looked over at her. “Sorry dear, but ransom will pay for my mother’s medical bills. It’s the only way.”

The door opened and both girls’ heads shot up in hope, but after hearing squeaking wheels Kim realized the other man had dragged her housekeeping kart inside. “This may be useful.” He noted as he inspected the cart that carried laundry and more.

Kim shouted behind her gag and shook her head, not believing that she had brought the men another potential tool in their kidnapping spree. “Alright, put the girls under. Maybe we can find some other outfits and pretend to be room service. Plus we have her key to the service elevators.”

“I’m sorry.” The man sitting beside her said again as he stood, taking a cloth from his back pocket and pouring something from a small bottle onto it.

Victoria seemed to know what was coming as she shrieked and renewed her struggle against the ropes but there was no escaping the descending cloth. After about thirty seconds she went limp and Kim realized with shock that she had just been chloroformed. Her eyes went wide with fear as the man approached her next, his eyes the only part visible behind the mask and they really did seem to be apologetic. She gave her best puppy eyes but it didn’t stop him from bringing the cloth down onto her face.

As the drugs took hold and her thoughts became foggy, Kim could only think about how sometimes she really hated being room service and then she fell into a deep slumber.