Nobody knows how much time has gone by since my husband Jim Hunter became ... minutes, hours, days? Now I too am still brutally hogtied on the floor and my hope for my life is flying away with every second. But after a whille Jim seems too regain consciousness. He wakes up, lifts his head and looks around. With some eeffort he stands still weak in the legs and looks at me. I implore him through my massive gag to let me free. He is recovering little by little his strength. He removes my gag in order to allow me to speak and he removes the hogtie keeping my arms and legs tied. He lifts my bound ...

Nobody knows how much time has gone by since my husband Jim Hunter became ... minutes, hours, days? Now I too am still brutally hogtied on the floor and my hope for my life is flying away with every second. But after a whille Jim seems too regain consciousness. He wakes up, lifts his head and looks around. With some eeffort he stands still weak in the legs and looks at me. I implore him through my massive gag to let me free. He is recovering little by little his strength. He removes my gag in order to allow me to speak and he removes the hogtie keeping my arms and legs tied. He lifts my bound body up and ties me to a chair securing my ankles to a leg of the chair and adding lots of ropes to my torso and thighs. I cannot move at all. I sob and beg him to let me go. I have paid enough punishment for my stupid game and I am horribly terrified for his health. I tell him I love him, but he doesn't care and he blames his heart attack on me because of the effort it took to tie me. He tells me he has to go to the hospital for a checkup but first he regags me with a huge ballgag and applies many layers of duct tape all around my head. I stay crying, drooling, helplessly suffering and unable to move on the chair. How can I stay like this with my body numb and barely breathing? I struggle but no movement is possible. I cry and the tears cause my make up to run down my face.

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