Hit the Floor

Kristina jolted awake from her nap at the sound of a knock at the door. She waited a few seconds, wondering if it had been a dream before the knock repeated. Yawning as she walked toward the door, Kristina wondered how long she’d been asleep for. She glanced instinctively toward her watch before remembering that she’d left it on her dresser that morning.
Kristina opened the door to see an athletic young woman, dressed in black, and carrying a suitcase. The woman seemed almost surprised that the door had opened. “Um, can I help you?”
“I suppose so,” the woman replied, before pulling a pistol out and leveling it at Kristina’s head. “You can start by telling me what you’re doing home today.”
Kristina sighed as the pistol came out and a light bulb clicked on. “Alright, I get it. I don’t know where you got my address from, and I don’t care what you had in mind, but I don’t have any interest in acting out private fantasies. Please leave before I have to call the police.”
The woman raised one eyebrow, as her expression changed to momentary confusion, “No, I don’t think you understand. Let’s try this again.”
The woman’s hand very quickly adjusted the aim of the pistol to right beside Kristina’s head. Kristina’s eyes went wide with surprise as she registered the sound of a silenced bullet, and retort of the pistol. Slowly turning her head, Kristina stared at the bullet hole in the couch where she’d been sleeping a minute ago.
“Let’s try this again,” the woman repeated lightly pressed the barrel of the silencer against Kristina’s lips. “You’re going to let me in, I’ll close the door, and you’ll do exactly as I say. If you make any more noise than necessary, the next bullet will kill you.”
Kristina nodded slowly, and nervously stepped back from the door into the room. The woman tapped the door shut behind her without looking or moving the pistol away from tracking Kristina’s face. She set down the suitcase and looked at the frightened actress. “Why are you here?”
“We-I-I wasn’t needed for filming today. I have the day off.”
“Is there anyone else here with you today?”
“N-no.”
“You’re an actress?”
“Y-yes.”
The woman thought for a second, “Don’t think I’ve seen you in anything.”
“I-I play mostly support roles. I’m not that famous,” Kristina almost sighed in relief. Whoever this was didn’t know about her role, so she wasn’t here to act out any fetish or sex fantasy.
*hmm* “Unfortunately you weren’t supposed to be here, and I need to borrow your home for a few hours. The simplest way to make sure you don’t make any noise or call the police is to just put a bullet in your head right here and now. But since you’re actively involved in filming something you’ll probably be missed by someone if I kill you. We wouldn’t want to disappoint any of fans would we?”
Kristina gulped, “ Ple-please-”
“So I want you to take a moment and think. Is there anything around here that we could use to tie you up and gag you for a few hours? If not, then there’s a very simple answer to my problem, so think very hard.”
“I-” fumbled Kristina, “There’s some rope. In the closet.”
“That sounds like a start,” smiled the woman mischievously, “why don’t you show me where it is?”
Kristina nervously led her intruder through the common room of her apartment to her bedroom. Very slowly, under the watchful eye and gunpoint, she pulled a shopping bag out from the closet floor. It contained the ropes her ex had tied her up with twice, as well as a pair of toy fuzzy handcuffs and a ball gag her friend Lauren had gotten her as a gift after walking in on Kristina after her ex left her bound and gagged the second time. Without being told, Kristina gently emptied the contents onto the floor.
“On your knees, hands behind your back.”
Kristina nervously complied. Half a second later, a strong hand pushed her face down to the floor. Kristina thought briefly about struggling, as the woman would have to set down her gun to tie her up, but the thoughts left as quickly as they came as the woman started wrapping a rope around Kristina’s elbows, bringing them close together behind her back. Even if her captor didn’t have a gun, there was no way she could win a fight with her elbows tied.
Moments later, with a final tug to take out the slack, Kristina knew her arms were useless to her. Kristina closed her eyes, trying to hide the fear she knew was in them. She opened them again, feeling the light brush of her captor’s finger’s through her hair. “A good girl like you don’t need to be afraid.”
“What?”
“I can feel you shaking. I meant what I said. I’m only here for a few hours. I’m going to keep you bound and gagged while I’m here. So far, aside from a little resistance at the door you’ve been a good girl, and although it might be a little uncomfortable as long as you keep quiet and don’t make a fuss, nothing bad is going to happen to you. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Kristina choked out as barely a whisper.
The woman smiled and picked up the ball gag. Kristina gulped, knowing what was about to happen, then slowly opened her mouth to accept the gag.
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First in a set.