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Topic: Tie (02/28/13)
TITLE: Unwelcomed Surprise
By Allison Egley
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They have something up their sleeves, obviously. But the thing that hurts the most is my own wife is in on this. She was the one who let them in and had me sit in a chair with my eyes closed. Some "surprise" this turned out to be.
So here I am, stuck in a trunk heading to who knows where? I've got a pillow case over my head, and my hands are bound with Zip Ties. I suppose I could try to kick out the tail lights and stick my foot through the hole, or feel around for the trunk release all the newer cars have. But then cars would stop, the police would be called, and I'd have to bail who knows how many youth group kids out of jail? I suppose that that's not exactly in my contract either. They could have at least given me the courtesy of sitting in the back seat with a seat belt. At least I would be properly restrained. But I suppose a man with a pillowcase on his head would prompt calls to the police also. More bailing kids out of jail. Perhaps the trunk is best. I'll play along.
Hey, I think the car is stopping. Yep. I hear doors closing, and now... light. I'd ask them what was going on, but it's almost more fun to play the subservient prisoner. Besides, it messes with their heads a bit. So now they are making me walk into a building. Turn right, turn right again, another right, up some steps, and... they've tied me to a chair. Lightly. At least they have the decency not to cut off my circulation. I've got to be at church. The echoes of voices even sound like the youth room. Is it sad that I can identify the youth room by turns and acoustics only?
And now it's quiet again. They turned the lights out. Okay. That's it.
"Guys? Come on. I know I'm at church, and I know it's you. Let me go."
"Uh... look. I hate to be a whiner, but I've kind of got to do something important, and if you don't let me go soon, you might have to clean up a bit of a mess.
Okay. Fine. They got me. But I'll get them back, and they won't know when. I've just got to make sure my plan won't send me to jail. Pretty sure that would break the ties of my contract.
Disclaimer: The author of this story does not condone tying up and kidnapping youth pastors. Don't do it, kids.
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