"Nngh..mmpphh.."
My voice is muffled by the bandana that those bitches tied over my mouth, gagging me effectively and keeping me in relative silence. I roll onto my side and watch em' slowly filter outta into the outer office, disappearing behind the large wooden door, leaving me tightly bound and utterly helpless in the cell. They tied me up good..can't loosen these knots..no matter how much struggling I do! Don't panic, I tell myself after a bit of struggling. I'll just need to cut myself free..I'm just one hot mess right now, laying here tightly bound, my hair disheveled, body and face aching. My head's still spinning from the beating I took from all three gals, and boy did they leave their mark on me.. but what's more affected is my pride. As battered as I am, I'm more humiliated that those outlaws pulled one on me, and have left me here all trussed up. In my OWN jail cell! I'm just FUMING with anger over this, I can't just let em' get away with this!
I muster up my strength and wits and roll onto my back, my bound feet facing the cell door. I stare at the cell door closely, and raise my legs and pull my boots toward my chest. Lucky for me, they tossed me into the cell that has the trick door. Give it enough hard kicks in just the right spot and the lock will actually spring. I thrust my feet forward, my boots smashing into the bars--
It barely budges. I try again, harder. Same thing. I furrow my brow, and start smashing my boots into the barred door.
"NGH! UGH! NNGGHH!"
I thrust my boots into the heavy door one last time and I let out a muffled gasp as the cell door swings open. I thank my lucky stars that I kept holding off on repairing this door before I roll onto my stomach and kneel upright. It's pretty tough, but i manage to hop up onto my bound feet, then I hop on out of my cell. I gotta untie myself fast and go after those outlaws before they start up a ruckus. They're probably long gone by now, the office oughta be empty. Just gotta make my way to my desk and grab my knife. I hop to the door, reach for the handle, and push as hard as I can. The door's big and heavy, but with my weight pressed into it I manage to open it--unfortunately for me, I lose my balance, and go tumbling into the next room!
"NNGH! OMMPHH!"
I don't go crashing into the ground, instead I manage a few wavering hops before I collapse over a spare desk! I slump over it, bending over the edge of the table, groaning as my large breasts just smack into the table top. I shake my head and raise my head, and eyes go wide. The outlaws, those bitches are STILL in my office! They're crouched behind the front counter and my desk, brandishing their weapons, looking as if they're ready to ambush somebody from outside. Obviously, my less than graceful entrance startled em', and the three bitches turn their eyes to me. Dread and panic fills me as I strain in my bonds.
"MPHH!"
(Over to Lexi, Misty, Kelli or Michelle or anybody else!)
