Cassidy’s Kidnapping Part 17

“My associates may have been inept dealing with you, but I am a lady who does not make mistakes.” Lady Death said as she pulled back the bolts that held the upper plank in place, before lifting it up so that she could pull on the cord that bound the prisoner’s arms and free her neck from the lethal contraption. “Do not forget to contact maintenance once this is all cleared up and taken back to base, ladies. However, I think that this should be made safe now.”

As the kneeling Cassidy looked on, the lady lowered the plank back down before she released the scarlet rope from the cleat and the helpless woman screamed as the blade descended all the way down to the bottom. If you had let that thing fall on me again, I would be dead right now. Why are you doing this to me? The strap that kept the bound woman in place was unbuckled by the leader, who helped her back up into a standing position before she was made to hop to a location that was midway between two concrete pillars.

“Thank you, Captain Canada, at least you are being co-operative at the moment.” The leader said as she retrieved the thin black cord that had been used to tie the prisoner’s fingers and thumbs together, and she wasted no time in winding it around the digits of her captive so that they were once again immobilised. As Cassidy looked to her right, she ended up trembling as she noticed the hand winch that was secured to the bottom of the pillar with metal straps, and there was a very long piece of white rope attached to it. “Ah, that is going to play a major part of your latest deathtrap, but just to be fair I will make sure that you will have a chance of survival. That is, so long as you behave.”

You can’t be thinking of doing something to let me get out of this? This is just to make sure that I don’t upset your fun. There’s no point in fighting you anymore, so just get it over with.

“I will just get you ready for what I have got planned, then.” Lady Death took hold of the cords that were wrapped around the helpless woman’s body, and made her move down until she was lying in a supine position on the floor. A two foot piece at the end of the white rope was cut off and put by the winch, before the new end was dragged over to the feet of the defenceless captive, who remained still as the end was wrapped several times around her ankles with it knotted off. Once this task was completed, Lady Death walked over to the winch, picked up what appeared to be a remote control panel which was attached to a long thin cable and pressed a button which caused a large eye hook to be lowered from the ceiling until it was at the feet of the captive.

So, you’re going to hang me upside down until I die then. I’ve heard that this is very possible, but I would have thought that this would take too long for you. The lady approached her prisoner’s legs so that she could push the rope through the latch, before pressing a second button which caused the hook to be pulled back up towards the ceiling. It seems that I am right about what is going to happen to me. Maybe I’ll be lucky, and the rope will snap so that my torture will be brought to an end. First, the slack in the white rope was removed as the hook was raised at a very slow rate, and then the helpless lady could do nothing but watch as her feet were lifted into the air. Once Cassidy’s legs were at an angle of almost forty five degrees, the pull on her body started to overcome the friction against the floor and her body moved a few inches at a time as her feet rose higher still. Soon, most of the captive’s body was suspended in the air with just her head and shoulders touching the floor, and after a few more seconds there was an uncomfortable feeling in her neck as only her head was in contact with the hard surface. This moment passed as she was lifted up further so that she was in a state of full suspension and it wasn’t long before her head was five foot in the air when the button was released by her captor.

I’m only at this height, but as there was a lot of slack in the rope, the hook must be nearly thirty foot above the ground. If you wanted me to be hung up in the air, you should have just tied me to the hook. What are you fetching from behind the pillar? OMG, oh no, a tall candle stand!

Cassidy was shocked out of her apathetic state as her kidnapper placed the candle stand several feet away from the pillar so that the top of the unlit candle was a short distance above the white rope, and the helpless lady started to squirm and fight against the cords that kept her helpless.

“It is too late to do that, my pathetic heroine.” Lady Death said, and she started to wind the winch so that the bound captive was lifted up into the air. As the helpless woman continued in her struggles, she could see that her feet were approaching the hook and she knew that her head was over twenty foot from the floor. “Even though the audience might have worked out what is going to happen, I will perform the expected exposition that happens in a situation like this. I will light the candle in a minute, and you will have a limited time of perhaps half an hour to try and make your escape from your bondage, until the flame of the candle reaches the rope.” The lady picked up a lighter that that connected to the stand with a thin cord, and pressed the button so that the end was ignited which was applied to the wick of the candle so that it burst into flames.

“This rope is also quite flammable as I will now display.” The woman said as she put down the lighter before she picked up the spare length of rope, which was positioned above the positioned above the flame from the candle, and it only took a few seconds for the cord to start burning. Cassidy watched in horror as the fire on the rope grew larger, and it seemed to take less than a minute for the cord to become so damaged that it split in two as her captor pulled on the ends. “You have a chance, Captain Canada, as the candle could always go out before it burns down to the rope. The rope might somehow withstand the flame, or you may even get free before you plummet to your doom. If you somehow get your arms free, I will snuff out the candle and lower you to the ground, so it would be a good idea if you make the attempt.”

Although the kidnapper walked back to her chair and sat down so that she could enjoy the spectacle, Cassidy’s eyes remained transfixed on the light from the candle, as if she was a moth that was being drawn to its doom. I must have hope, even though she is just tormenting me. The candle may go out, but the only way they can stop me from struggling now is to lower me to the ground. I must make the attempt. Can I even get my fingers free, though? The suspended prisoner started to work on trying to pull her fingers free of the thin cord that locked her digits together by trying to twist her hands, but it seemed that there was no give in the loops which kept them in place.

Time and again, the attention of the upside down captive was drawn back to the flaming candle, and it appeared to be a little shorter each time that she looked which generated a corresponding increase of fear in her mind. If it was going to extinguish itself, it would have done so by now, so it isn’t going to stop burning. If it reaches down to the rope, I’m as good as dead. I need to get free! Even though Cassidy pulled and twisted her hands again, the rope remained in place with her fingers as bound as ever, and the feeling of desperation grow inside her as she jerked and struggled to gain any kind of leeway. There came a point when she started to try and work herself free of the bonds that locked her arms in place, but these proved to be just as secure as the ones around her fingers.

When the helpless captive looked at the candle again, she could see that the flame was close to burning down to the rope, which was the only thing that stopped her from smashing her head on the concrete floor. At this point, any self-control that she had in trying to break her arms and hands free of the ropes disappeared, as she became frantic with her actions which did nothing but strain herself. Nothing is moving, and I’m tied up too well for me to escape. I can’t stop though, I have to keep trying! This time when the helpless woman looked, she had to stifle a scream as the flame seemed to almost touch the rope and she strained with all of her might against her bonds, even though she knew that she could end up injuring herself in the process.

NO! OH PLEASE NO! There was a small flash of light as the rope caught fire, and Cassidy screamed again and again as she jerked around at the end of the now burning rope in an hysterical but futile attempt to escape. Don’t let this happen to me! When the captive wasn’t screaming in terror, she was begging and pleading for her life as she acted like a fish on the end of a line that was fighting for its existance. As she started to sob with the tears filling her eyes, the helpless woman knew that it would all be over for her soon, and at least she wouldn’t have to be afraid for much longer.

NOOOOOOOO! First one strand split, and then a second before the rest broke apart in a moment, and there was a long scream as the woman in bondage hurtled head first towards the concrete floor…

Cassidy’s scream continued as she sped down, and in her terrified state she failed to notice that she was slowing down, until she was almost at a stop when she reached the floor. What is happening? The rope broke and I should be dead, so why am I alive? After another split second, the captive discovered that she was going back up into the air, but she stopped when her head was close to six foot away from the floor. Once the helpless woman managed to gather enough wits to look around, she noticed that that rope had split, but there was a metal cable which must have prevented her from having her brains dashed out on the concrete floor. That’s what stopped me from dying, but didn’t you want to kill me?

It was at this moment that Cassidy realised the truth about what had been happening during these deathtraps, as her captor rose from the chair and walked towards her. You didn’t want me to die, these deathtraps didn’t fail at all! They did what they were supposed to do, and that was to put me in fear of my life. But why?

Once Lady Death was close to Cassidy, she placed her lips next to the captive before speaking in a quiet voice. “The look on your face tells me that you understand that I had no intention of killing you. That metal in the rope is an adaption of what is called memory metal, and it can prove to be very useful on occasion. That is a distraction though, as I feel the need to explain why I have tortured you like this.”

“After you blew my face off with your device, I ended up in hospital where they treated me. Unfortunately for me because of your actions, I was already infected with a strain of bacteria that was resistant to treatment, and they contacted a phage specialist. However, it took her twenty four hours for this lady to reach the hospital and even though the doctors did their best to keep me stable, I suffered three cardiac arrests. The first one was terrifying enough, but the doctors told me that I could die at any time, so each waking minute was one of complete fear as I waited for the next incident.”

“Once the doctor arrived, she managed to provide an effective treatment and I was brought back to a stable condition. That was the second time in my life that I had felt such fear, and I do not need to tell you about the first, which you know about anyway. In a way, what I have done here is about revenge, but more than that I want you to know how it felt for me in that hospital, when I thought that I was going to die. So now you know how it was for me.”

As the helpless Cassidy looked at the eyes of the woman who had put the fear of death into her, she could not only see that the captor had become tearful about what had happened, but there were a few twitches of the eyelids when the woman changed her expression. It still hurts, even though your face has been reconstructed, it can still cause you some pain. No wonder you are so angry at Cassandra, and at me by proxy as you can never cause the same kind of punishment to happen to us. Even the act of getting your revenge against me is troubling you, which suggests that you are angry and upset, but you are also sane and have a strong conscience. I can’t believe this, but I’m feeling sympathetic towards you, and I may have some words to say to this Cassandra when I get free.

“This does not mean that I will go easy on you from now on, but I will not try and kill you before your release on Thursday morning. I am still angry about what you have done to me, and more importantly the women who haven’t been rescued while I have been languishing in hospital or convalescing. My aides have done very well though, but there are always more people to be saved. Getting back to the present, you have hung upside down like this for long enough, and I will give you a short rest before your torment continues. Terror, will you be so good as to lower our captive to the ground, but blow the candle out first?”

Lady Death took hold of the shoulders of the helpless captive while the accomplice went over to the winch, and turned the handle so that the prisoner could be lowered to the ground. As the captive was pulled away from the vertical, she was almost comfortable as she lay down on the floor, even though her arms were beneath her once again. The long rope was untied from the captive’s ankles by her captor, before she was lifted up from the floor so that she was able to stand on her feet, and the lady held onto her arm cords as she was still a little dizzy from being upright again. Torture and Terror walked over to the metal platform and picked it up before carrying it to a side of the warehouse, and they started to move various items away from the frame before using one of the sheets to cover up the guillotine.

After using it to almost scare me to death, you are covering it up so that I don’t have to look at it. This is becoming very weird, but I shouldn’t be surprised by what happens anymore. While the area was cleaned up by the two assistants, Cassidy was guided back to the frame by her kidnapper, but she took longer than usual because she was still unsteady from the previous ordeal. This frame is going to be the focal point of my torment for some time, but it is better than being terrified.

“Yes, I am going to use this for your suffering, but at least you will not have to worry for your life. I will have to place you in a hogtie now, and I will be very strict about it.” Once Torture brought the black bag over from the guillotine area, Cassidy was taken hold of and made to lie in a prone position on the floor so that she was parallel to the frame. Her legs were bent at the knees so much that the heels of her boots pressed against her bottom, and a black rope was wrapped between her ankle and wrist ropes before it was cinched and tightened which left the captive in a severe hogtie.

I don’t think that I will be able to move from this spot, and if you move me then it is going to be in a vertical direction. As Cassidy rested on the floor, she watched as the winch was detached from the pillar by the two ladies who connected it to the right side of the frame, with the rope threaded through one of the holes at the top of the frame. That is going to feature in my next torture, but I should just be thinking about getting a little rest right now.

“Enjoy your short rest, Captain Canada, or should I say Cassandra, as we should get back to using our proper names.” Lady Death said. “Because soon you shall suffer Hell’s Hogtie.”

That really sounds bad!

(To Be Continued)