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The drive to my house wasnôt overly long, and once the door to the garage closed behind me, I took Lauren out and to her new home in the spare room, where I had prepared everything. I slapped her face a few times to see if she was with it, but only got a quiet moan. Cutting her restraints with scissors, I then held her dead weight, while I lay her on my "operating table" (an old hospital bed I had bought at an auction and modified slightly). I cuffed her wrists (with adjustable length chains I had made myself) together around the bed head, and her ankles to the outer bars at the base of the bed. I quickly tore off the tape from her mouth, and lightly kissed her on the forehead, before brushing her hair from her face like a caring father. I was told it would take a good six hours for the drugs to wear off, so I left her then, spread eagle and heavily drugged.
It was closer to seven hours before Laurenôs groggy cries for help awoke me from in front of the television. Had it not been for the baby monitor intercom I had in the room, she could have just about let a bomb off in there and Iôd have been none the wiser, such was the sound-proofing of the room. I had used the room to teach drumming classes once upon a time, and even though my closest neighbor was a good 100 meters away, this would ensure no one heard her.