My police academy training is soon coming to an end but there is still a bit more I must learn just incase a badman turns the tables on me. This time, I am bound to a post with my wrists behind the pole, and my ankles and knees tied. I am anxious to get out there in the field but training must happen first. I struggle, writhe, and grunt and tell you how I feel as I am not gagged. Once I test every piece of rope that is bound to my body, I feel a slight loosening of the rope as I slowly work on getting free. If only I can get my hands loose, its likely I can then escape. Its not that easy of... Show more