Anabel awoke tangled up in her blankets and her immediate reaction was to think back to when she was a kid and would wrap herself up in her own blankets to simulate being tied up. Maybe that was where it all started, wondering what it was like to be a mummy. She’d spin herself around and around in bed until her blankets were fully wrapped around her body, her arms pinned to her sides, and then stuff her face into her pillow to muffle her voice.

It had been a fun game as a kid and now that she was wrapped up again, she wondered what kind of prank her friends were trying to pull as she half-heartedly squirmed against the sheets trapping her arms and legs together. She was trying to pretend like she wasn’t enjoying it and failing. 

But then she heard a muffled whimper and her eyes snapped open, remembering where she was. She had been hosting a girls night with her parents out of town for the weekend visiting relatives so she had invited Leslie and Cameron to sleep over for the night. Rolling over to look at where her two friends were in sleeping bags on the floor, her eyes nearly popped out of her head and she would’ve leaped out of her bed if she had been able to move much. 

Both of her friends were cocooned in their sleeping bags, Leslie’s appeared to have been the source of the whimper that she heard as her friend was awake and squirming like a worm inside of her sleeping bag. In the early morning light, Anabel could see black luggage straps wrapped around the sleeping bag at a half dozen points along her body, trapping the Chinese girl with her arms pinned to her sides inside of the sleeping bag. Only her head and long dark hair poked out of the top of the bag, revealing the wraps of black duct tape sealing Leslie’s mouth shut. Anabel didn’t know it but Leslie’s mouth was also stuffed with a pair of her panties, muffling her cries as she struggled to find any way out of her bondage.

Cameron was on the ground on the far side of Leslie, her blonde hair splayed out around her head revealing another thick black tapegag. Anabel could barely see the straps wrapped around her blue sleeping bag and she was still unconscious and unmoving. She could hear the rustle of nylon as Leslie continued to struggle, not aware that someone else in the room was awake. “Hey-“ 

Anabel opened her mouth to call to Leslie, only for a big hand to grab her by the shoulder and yank her back, pinning her to the bed. Her mouth still open in surprise, she stared up at the dark shadow standing over her bed before the figure shoved a cloth into her gaping mouth. 

Retching, she tried to spit it out just as fast but a ripping sound was heard and sticky tape was plastered over her lips. “Hmmmmph?” She cried out. 

A second figure stepped over Leslie, holding several black straps in their hand and she realized with a start that she was about to be made completely helpless and renewed her struggled. 

It was futile. Her blanket was pulled from the end of the bed and looped around her feet, followed by a strap that secured it in place, with how entangled she was in the blanket, it was easy for the men to loop straps around her body at the knees, thighs, waist, and arms, completely trapping her in a coccoon of her own blankets. 

Anabel heard Cameron’s muffled voice join the pleading of Leslie and soon there were three coccooned victims, squirming against their bonds and uncertain of what was going to happen to them next. For what seemed like eons to Anabel, the men stood over the girls silently. “Get the van.” One said. “We’ll get them loaded up.” 

Three cries of horror rose from the girls as they realized they were being kidnapped. Unfortunately, this knowledge didn’t do much to change the situation except give the girls a burst of energy. The one still in the room seemed to get bored and left the room, probably to look for things to steal. Anabel blinked away the tears that were beginning to form in her eyes as she realized this might be her best chance at some kind of escape and began to roll towards her friends. Cocooned as she was, it was rather difficult to do but eventually she reached the edge of the bed and looked down. Behind her gag she gulped. It looked a lot further to the floor than she had originally thought. 

But looking at her bound and gagged friends, she didn’t have a choice she had to do something and so she steeled her nerved and closed her eyes before rocking herself over the edge. She landed hard on her shoulder, causing her to cry out in pain as a jolt ran through her body and she whimpered. Anabel then realized she hadn’t thought this through. Sure she was beside Leslie now, but with her hands pinned beneath multiple layers of bedsheets, what could she do with them? That only left her feet, exposed at the end of the blankets but that quickly turned into a non option as both men walked back into the room. 

At first they seemed confused how she ended up on the floor but given their helplessness it didn’t matter. “We’ll start with the blonde.” 

Anabel watched in horror as Cameron was picked up and slung over the shoulder of the man who re-entered the room first. Her blonde hair hanging like a curtain, she wailed into her gag, sobbing as she was carried from the room. Anabel met Leslie’s eyes and could see the tears streaming down her face as well. She couldn’t believe what was happening and with her phone out of reach on her desk, there was nothing she could do. Not that she could with the shadow of a man watching over the two of them to make sure there was no more funny business. 

The two girls wept until the man returned to the bedroom and grabbed Leslie. Hoisting her into the air, the Chinese girl screamed in terror as she was tossed over his shoulder and a hand rested where her butt would be before she was carried out of the room as well. “Well, time to go.” The second man said watching his companion leave. “Let’s get you to the van.”

Since she was not wrapped in a sleeping bag like the others, Anabel’s bare feet were exposed and were kicking around as she was hoisted up over his shoulder and carried out of the room. She looked around wildly, wondering if it was the last time she would ever see her own room before the light went iut and she was carried downstairs into the garage where a white work van was now parked and the back of the van open to show her two prone friends. Anabel was laid down next to them, and she then noticed straps built into the floor of the van that had been wrapped around her two friends, along with a leather collar buckled around their necks and padlocked to an eyebolt. Within minutes she was also pinned down with multiple additional straps, as if they needed the added security at this point, and a collar was pulled from a shelf and buckled snugly around her neck. A short chain attached to the collar connected her to the floor and she was as helpless as she had ever been in her life. 

The two men admired their handiwork. “Well, sorry to the two of you that got entangled in this mess. We really just wanted Anabel here to get her dad to drop a couple of his cases, but hey won’t say no to a couple of cocoons to join her.” 

Moans and cries sounded from beside Anabel as tears welled up, now realizing what this was all about. “It’s a long trip girls, hope you’re comfy.” Then the door was slammed shut leaving the girls in darkness, only able to struggle against their nylon and bedsheet cocoons and sob as they are driven off to who knows where.