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Story contains: light bondage, mild language, no sex/nudity, subpar attempts at humor, probably some grammatical errors. You’ve been warned. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- They never checked the ropes. Good. Barely a moment after the door to Devoe’s office was closed, Natalie instantly leaned forward and began working the knot at her wrists, exactly like she’d practiced. As long as George had tied it right, this would work. Within twenty seconds, Natalie had slipped a hand out from the coil of rope and immediately brought her arms around to her front to rub her sore wrists. She left her gag and the ropes binding her legs where they were for now – Natalie knew from experience that it wasn’t always a bad idea to leave enough on to be able to convincingly fake that she was still tied up in a pinch. Natalie quickly slid herself across the hardwood floor of the office (easier and quieter than trying to hop over,

Story contains: light bondage, mild language, no sex/nudity, subpar attempts at humor, probably some grammatical errors. You’ve been warned. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Somewhere in the city, in a nondescript alleyway on a cold but clear night, George Sanderson glanced over his shoulder to make sure he hadn’t been spotted by anyone before pushing the red button on the panel next to a plain-looking doorway. After a few seconds, a voice croaked out from the speaker on the panel: “What is it?” “Got a package for Mr. Devoe.” A brief pause followed, then: “Mr. Devoe’s not expecting a package tonight.” “He’s not expecting it, but he’s definitely going to be interested. Trust me.” Another pause. “…We’ll send somebody down.” Moments later, a man in his mid-thirties with messy hair and a somewhat crooked nose opened the door. The first thing he laid eyes on was George, who admittedly would’ve been quite difficult