The kidnapping predicament

It had been a normal, uneventful day for me. I woke up, had a cup of coffee, took the subway to work, and did my eight hours at the salon. When I began walking back to the subway station after work, things started to take a very unexpected turn. I noticed a section of sidewalk was barricaded and under construction that wasn’t that way in the morning. That in itself wasn’t odd, and I chalked it up to maybe an emergency utility repair or something, and I took a detour through an alleyway to get to the station. I’d gone that way before and never thought much of it, even at night, which was probably my biggest mistake that night.

About halfway through the alley, I noticed a man step out in front of me, blocking my way. Nervously, I looked behind me to see if I could go back, but another man blocked my escape. Both were masked and closing in on me. My heart raced and I reached into my purse, fumbling around for my pepper spray, but I was too slow. The man behind me grabbed me in a bear hug, pinning my arms to my sides. I tried to scream, but the man in front slammed an open palm into my chest, knocking the breath out of me.

I started to panic, these men were organized, and I had a feeling that I knew who they worked for. My father’s business finally managed to get me involved, despite trying to distance myself from him years ago. I kicked my legs, trying to fight back as the men lifted me and threw me into a van waiting at the other end of the alley.

A gag was tied around my mouth and acbag was thrown over my head as soon as I landed, and my wrists and ankles were also quickly bound so that I couldn’t fight back.

“I don’t want to hear a fucking sound from you or I will break every single one of your god damn fingers,” I heard a voice say harshly in my ear.

If these men were who I thought they were, then I knew my best chance for survival was to calm down, listen and do what they said. So I stayed silent once I was able to catch my breath.

We drove for what seemed like an hour or so. When we stopped, I was picked up and thrown over a man’s shoulder and carried for a while. Eventually he sat me down in a chair and I was tied to it. I heard men shuffling around me, setting something up. I had a pretty good hunch that I knew what these men wanted from me, which made me sick to my stomach just thinking about it.

The shuffling stopped and I heard the same voice again, “This is a message for Frank DiRocco. We have your baby girl, Isabel.”

The bag was suddenly ripped off my head and the light in front of me was blinding. I had to blink several times before my vision adjusted. In front of me stood a stocky man wearing a ski mask, and a camera on a tripod in front of him, filming what appeared to be a ransom video.

“If you want to see her again,” the man continued. “You need to talk to my boss. You know who that is. Don’t waste too much time either, because the longer you take to give us what we want, the less likely you are to get her back in one piece and, uh, ‘unspoiled.’ Her life may very well depend on your promptness, so be quick if you want her back unharmed.”

The man suddenly wheeled around and slapped me hard across the cheek. The sharp sound echoed in the dark room as I cried out in pain, indicating that we were in some sort of concrete basement.

“Well, relatively unharmed,” he said with a laugh.

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Hey, thank you for reading my prompt. This is geared towards men, but is really open to anyone. The male character can be substituted for a female one if any women are interested in playing. My idea behind this is that my character, Isabel, is the estranged daughter of a mafia boss, and a rival gang has decided to kidnap her hoping they can leverage something big out of her father. Your character would be an underboss of the rival gang, who has decided to film how he/she tortures Isabel, sending the videos to her father until he meets their demands. Please be knowledgeable about predicament bondage as I would like this RP to mainly focus on that. I want Isabel to have to choose between something painful and something pleasurable. The idea being that the humiliation of knowing her father is watching would make neither option ideal for her. We can further discuss kinks and limits and other details in PM’s. I look forward to hearing for you if you are interested in playing this out with me.