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Like Iôve said before Gary, Iôm a nice guy, so it shouldnôt surprise you to learn I decided to make the girl a little cooling off drink. A couple of "Rohypnol" tabs (from my ex-chemistry, now pharmacist pal) into a can of lemonade, did the trick just fine. "Here, I bought you a drink. That looks like hot work" I said, walking over to her while she stood against the mirror, one leg straight as an arrow, the other pointing almost 180 degrees towards the ceiling. "Gee thanks Mr. Rogers, it sure is hot in here today" Might have had something to do with the heaters being on all afternoon. She took the drink anyway and had a long gulp from it, letting out a refreshed "Ahhhhhh" as she lowered the can.
I left her to it then, sitting in my office and watching her steadily deteriorating attempts at ballet. It took about 5 minutes before she collapsed into a heap, unable to remain balanced after a spin. I grabbed the strapping tape from my desk and was to her in a second. I flipped her over onto her stomach and bound her wrists and ankles, then bound them both to each other. She moaned quietly a few times, but barely put up a fight. A single strip of tape over her mouth insured she wouldnôt make too much noise, but I doubt it was necessary. She lay motionless, eyes open but non-seeing. I checked my watch, and saw it was another 30 minutes before "Daddy" was due to arrive, so decided, "fuck it" Iôll get her home now.