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Garrett sat as still as he could, hoping that if he'd do what the intruders had said, no further harm would come to him.  As it was, he'd already been roused from his XXXX, manhandled and tied hand and foot.  As he sat in the chair, his wrists tied behind his back, and his legs and ankles tightly trussed together, he cursed himself for calling in sick that morning.  But it was Friday, and he was dying for a day to just kick back and relax.  As he heard the two home invaders rustling around upstairs, he realized what a lousy decision that had been.

Garrett's body tensed up as he heard footsteps coming downstairs.  Not daring to speak, he watched as they packed up his DVD player and laptop. 

"Gag the fucker!" one said to the other, who removed a red bandanna from inside his jacket and began tying a thick knot in the middle of it.

"Please, no," Garrett squeaked, his throat dry with fear.  "I've done what you've asked.  I haven't moved or made any noise."

"Yeah, good thing, too," said the one knotting the bandanna, "or we'd have fucked you up!"

He stepped behind Garrett and jammed the thick cloth knot into his mouth, pulling the ends of the bandanna tight behind his head and double-knotting it.

"Urummmpphhh!" Garrett complained, as the cloth gag filled his mouth.

"Shut the fuck up, asshole, or I'll wrap your head in duct tape!" the one who'd gagged him growled.

"Let's check out the den," the leader said, and the two burglars left their victim alone again.

Garrett realized it was his only chance to escape.  If he could just hop over to the front door, surely Mr. Jenkins next door would be pottering around in his garden like he always was.  Garrett struggled to his feet. With his knees bound so tightly, it wasn't easy to balance.  Somehow he managed, and made his first hop...
then another...trying to be as quiet as possible.  The front door was only a few feet away, but it seemed impossibly far....at least five more hops....and if he tipped over....

"What the fu..get over here, asshole!"  Garrett's heart sank as he heard the surly voice of one of the burglars.  A pair of rough hands grabbed him, spun him around, and a fist pounded into his flat stomach.

"Mowwmmpppfff!!" grunted Garrett, as he fell helplessly to the floor.

"Yo! Gimme some more a dat rope!" said his attacker.

"You're lucky I don't bust you up, fool," he said, as he would more rope around Garrett's wrists and worked him into a hogtie, "But I don't got time."

Garrett grunted in pain as the rope was pulled taut lifting his feet until they were almost touching his hands.
More helpless than ever, he lay there, hogtied and gagged, while his place was cleaned out.  The two burglars double-checked his knots and gag, then snickered and left through the kitchen.

Garrett let out a long breath, and began to struggle on the rug.  It would be a VERY long afternoon.