Mikayla glanced at the clock and groaned. It was after 8pm and the office was probably empty at this point. She’d barely eaten, having been buried in reports that someone at the C level like her was responsible for in a large company. Tossing her blonde hair aside, she finally stood up, brushing the skirt of her grey suit out just as the door clicked open and two men dressed as janitors entered. “Taking the garbage?” She asked as they walked over. “I was just about to leave, could you come back in a few minutes?”

“I’m afraid we can’t do that Ms. Fisher.” One of the janitors spoke in a low gruff voice as the door closed behind them.

She looked up in surprise to see the barrel of a gun pointed at her and she immediately raised her hands. “What is the meaning of this?!” She demanded.

“Oh it’s quite simple.” The fake janitor said as his partner withdrew rolls of tape from his bag. “You’ve always been boasting about the security of the company, how many secrets are hidden away from prying eyes of potential industrial spies. How safe everyone feels in the building. Tonight, that changes, and you’re coming with us.”

The second fake janitor walked behind her desk and forced her to stand up, gripping her upper arms she was frogmarched around to the front of her oak desk, causing her to stumble in the stiletto heels of her black leather boots. Once in front, she was spun around and bent over the desk at the waist. The position was compromising, and for a second Mikayla felt a flash of fear at potentially being raped in her own office but instead the men pulled her arms behind her back and crossed her wrists. Grey vinyl tape was ripped off of the roll and soon the cold sticky substance was wrapped a half dozen times around her wrists, securing her hands behind her back. “Ow! Does it have to be so tight?” She hissed, glancing apprehensively at the pistol still pointed at her.

She was now cursing her decision to not have a panic button in the room, it was instead outside at her secretary’s desk but since her secretary had gone home hours ago it did her absolutely no good now, especially as tape was wrapped around her chest with bands alternating above and below her breasts. Looking down she noted how her breasts were framed by the tape and thrust out into her blouse, her blazer pulled tight against her body by the tape as he continued to pull the tape seemingly as tight as he could. As he stepped back to admire his tape job, Mikayla stood up and shook her body in an attempt to test her bonds. The tape held fast though, and all she really succeeded in doing was causing her breasts to bounce a little. She opened her mouth to protest her treatment but instead got a wadded up handkerchief stuffed into it. “Enough.” The second janitor grunted before the end of the roll of tape was slapped against her cheek.

He then proceeded to wrap a dozen rounds of tape around her head. Not even bothering to hold her blonde hair out of the way, it was trapped against her neck and she knew it would be a nightmare to eventually take off as he circled her head again and again. Each wrap was pulled tight, tight enough that Mikayla could feel her face being pulled sideways by the sticky substance. It was uncomfortable, secure, and she realized quickly that she could barely make a peep once he was done with her gag.

With the gun no longer needed as a deterrent, the first janitor tucked it away and went to work on her legs. Her booted ankles were positioned side by side and wrapped up with more tape. Mikayla let out a moan of despair as the tape circled her ankles, then the tops of her expensive boots. They were possibly ruined but she wouldn’t know until she was freed. They added additional bands around her stocking clad legs at the knees and thighs and now it was probably safe to say her bondage was complete. As tight as could be, she was going nowhere unless these men deemed so, or she got her hands on a knife of some kind. Whimpering from how tight her bonds were, Mikayla now stood apprehensively in front of her desk as she watched the two men.

One of them got to work on her computer, unscrewing the case and extracting the hard drive while the other walked outside and brought in a cleaning cart. With a jolt of fear, Mikayla now understood how the men were going to sneak her out of the building and she didn’t intend to go quietly.

At least that’s what she thought she would be doing until the man behind her clamped a hand over her face and pressed the chloroform soaked cloth over her nose. The instant she breathed in the fumes her eyelids grew heavy and despite her attempts at resistance, Mikayla soon fell unconscious, her head slumping forward. “Excellent.” The first man grumbled. “Let’s get her out of here, we’ve got a movie to make.”

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“In shocking news today, footage was released online of Ren’s COO, Mikayla Fisher, being held for ransom. In a video obtained by WTV news, Ms. Fisher is shown bound and gagged while her kidnappers demand $10 million as a ransom or they will make her disappear and release thousands of confidential files. The kidnappers already released 200 files this morning that have severely shaken the top Ren’s executives and sent shockwaves through the industry. Warning, this footage may be disturbing to some viewers.”

The TV flipped over to footage recorded early in the morning of Mikayla, looking very dishevelled and still tightly bound and gagged, seated in a chair. More duct tape had been wrapped around her torso and thighs, pinning her to the chair and her booted ankles were taped to one of the chair legs. A closeup of her face showed how red her cheeks were from the tightness of the gag and she was visibly shaking in the chair as she stared with wide eyes at the camera, pleading for help.

The tv cut back to the news anchor. “So far, Ren’s has not released a statement regarding the incident, but they have confirmed that Ms. Fisher had been working late last night and had not reported into work today. Stay with us as this story develops.”

The news switched to commercials and then the TV was flipped off. “I would say we shook them up pretty good.” Janitor 1 said with a grin. Both men had changed into casual black clothes upon arriving at their base  and they had dragged a TV into the room where Mikayla was still tightly bound to the chair. “Hey, check her bondage again. We can’t have it being too tight and she loses circulation. A damaged hostage isn’t useful. Yet.”