It is my fourteenth day of being held for ransom in the abandoned building and I lie massively and painfully hogtied and gagged on the filthy cot. I am napping as part three begins. After a while I wake up and I look all around at my dismal and empty surroundings - no one is in the room. It is strange because I have never been left all alone before during my long captivity. What has happened to my masked captors? Have they been captured and Will I ever get out of here alive? I realize what a predicament I am in - alone and inescapably and painfully bound. I try to struggle - to roll off the ma...

It is my fourteenth day of being held for ransom in the abandoned building and I lie massively and painfully hogtied and gagged on the filthy cot. I am napping as part three begins. After a while I wake up and I look all around at my dismal and empty surroundings - no one is in the room. It is strange because I have never been left all alone before during my long captivity. What has happened to my masked captors? Have they been captured and Will I ever get out of here alive? I realize what a predicament I am in - alone and inescapably and painfully bound. I try to struggle - to roll off the mattress but my efforts are futile. It is useless and every movement causes more acute pain from the brutally tiight ropes that I've been tied with. The ropes dig deeply into my numb arms and legs. I sob in hysterics, crying and shaking at the reality of my grim helpless situation. Many hours pass in this dramatic crisis and the pain and the fear for my life increase with each minute that passes. All of a sudden the masked captors come in and tell me that the ransom has been paid and that I am free and will be returned home. I sob in relief and unbelief as the tall masked woman ungags me. She slowly unties me from the intricate bondage and caresses and pets me attempting to sooth my anxiety. The rope marks on my arms and legs are really horrible and deep and I fear that I will not regain feeling in my limbs. I try to walk, but it is not possible with my numb legs and my six inch stiletto high heels. The woman helps me up off the bed and helps me to take a few steps while my legs continue to throb and tingle. She brings me to the dirty bathroom and I ask her to clean my face up so my husband does not see my looking so ravaged. My hands shake so badly that I cannot do this without her help and she brushes my hair and applies some lipstick to my parched dry mouth. The big burly masked man steps in and handcuffs my wrists behind my back with heavy rigid irish 8 cuffs. He regags me with the huge ballgag and again wraps my head with layers of duct tape. They put a dark cloth bag over my head so I am not able to determine where I am. They take me away and leave me on my doorstep. My husband opens the door and finds me hooded and sobbing. The removes the bag and ungags me. I stumble to the coach and he embraces me looking at the still deep cutting rope marks. We realize we have no keys for the handcuffs!!! My husband tries to unlock them with several tools, but is unsuccessful. I say I am exhausted and hungry. I need some food and he removes my exaggerated high heels and feeds me dinner. We celebrate my freedom with a glass of before he brings me to the bedroom. <2> NOTE PREVIOUSLY POSTED: PART ONE - EXECUTIVE'S WIFE HELD FOR RANSOM 02/14/14 PART TWO - THE 03/14/14