I made a mistake. Even the best fuck up occasionally. Except when I fuck up, it can mean the end for me and my work.

I took for granted that she was well secured. That was my first mistake. I let complacency compromise my routine. I've been in dozens of homes and apartments, I've tied up probably a hundred different broads during the course of my work. Never, never, had any of them get free, let alone escape.

Until now. I thought she was out cold from the taser blast to her ribs so I only tied her hands behind her back while I pissed. Luckily I already gagged her so at least she wasn't screaming bloody murder wherever she went. They call it normalcy of deviance. It's when your tried and true methods are forgotten, or at least, altered. Had I tied her ankles before taking a piss she would still be on the floor moments from multiple violations.

Now she's somewhere stumbling in the darkness, or worse, already rescued. I sheathed my blade, grabbed my gear and headed out into the cold. She was wearing pink pajamas when I zapped her, her nipples were already poking through. Now they're likely diamond hard in the biting cold, the image warmed my heart just a bit as I scanned the darkness with my flashlight.

I gave myself one hour to find her, otherwise I needed to get back home and assess my vulnerability. It was just now starting to snow which would've been very handy had it occurred earlier. Her footprints would be quite helpful right about now.

Thirty minutes in I saw a figure ahead, I couldn't quite make it out but who else would be outside in this fucking weather? It had to be her, the only problem was that we were approaching the highway below the hill, and even at this late hour it was bound to be teeming with cars and trucks. Hell the Casey's general store was still open and it wasn't much past the highway.

I was gaining ground at a rapid pace which probably meant it was her as she'd be slowed considerably by having her hands tied behind her back. Had I just followed my usual routine! I was maybe ten feet behind her now when I saw the cop cars with their lights flashing. Had someone seen her? Or worse, me? I could hear her screaming through the well stuffed gag trying to get their attention.

We were half way down the hill, we would be out of the shadows in mere seconds. I could hear them now, something about a ruckus and muffled screams. Their flashlights beams were scanning very close to us, any second now...

An hour later I was back home packing my clothes. It wasn't safe for me here anymore that was for damn sure. My heart was still pounding when shoved my stuff in the backseat and got in. I left the SUV running for a fast getaway, the warmth was comforting. I pulled out and headed east. I wasn't exactly sure where I was going but I knew damn sure the bitch hogtied in my trunk was going to suffer for getting away.