Story for 'Time to be quiet (part 2)'

This the story to go along with this artwork.

The previous part can be viewed here and the next part can be viewed here.

After she had completely immobilized Andrew with her roll of tape, Riya quickly realized something was missing. Without saying anything, she made her way to the basement, leaving Andrew stranded on the kitchen floor. He squirmed around pathetically in his restraints, knowing he wouldn't be able to overcome the massive amounts of tape that were squeezing his limbs together, but feeling obligated to at least try. He had never been tied up before and didn't quite know what the proper response was. Should he lay silently and accept it? Or struggle and moan into his gag? He couldn't decide what seemed more pathetic.

Andrew continued on with these conflicting but ultimately pointless thoughts until Riya reemerged from the basement - carrying rope. She walked over to Andrew's helpless mummified body lying on the floor and looked down on him as she untangled the rope in her hands. She seemed to relish in the sudden power she had over him, intentionally standing over him to make him feel small and helpless, and maintaining a completely straight face and casual posture, as if asserting her dominance over Andrew was the most natural thing in the world.

Andrew felt so small and humiliated as he lay helpless at her feet, and could do nothing but accept whatever Riya planned to do with the string of rope in her hands. But as he stared up at her perfect physique, and the perfect skin on her slender but well-shaped legs extending up from his cheek to the center of his vision, he couldn't help but feel a warm, tingling sensation all throughout his body. Something was physically pleasant about being at the complete mercy of such a beautiful creature. There was a certain eroticism in a young and seemingly angelic woman suddenly revealing a cruel and domineering side. Andrew suddenly found himself feeling aroused at things he had never before even conceived as being erotic in any way. He was both terrified and intrigued at the current situation and the thoughts flooding his mind.

However, before Andrew had time to sort out his feelings on the matter, Riya knelt down next to him, lifted his head up off the ground and began tying the rope around his neck, with absolutely no regard for Andrew's thoughts or opinions on the situation. She seemed to tie the rope much tighter than was necessary, and used much more rope than was needed, making it somewhat difficult for Andrew to breathe. But as with everything else, he had no way of conveying his concerns to Riya without a mouth or limbs to use. All he could do was moan into his tape gag, which seemed only to put a slight smirk on Riya's face and nothing else.

With the rope fully around his neck, Riya then stood up and yanked Andrew to his feet with a forceful tug of the rope. Andrew was shocked by the force of the pull, and instantly jumped to his feet, despite his legs being tied together. Before Andrew was even able to find his balance and properly stand upright, his neck was suddenly jerked forward as Riya began walking to the next room, pulling Andrew along with her with seemingly no consideration for the fact that it was somewhat difficult to walk with one's legs tied together. She didn't even look back at Andrew or make an effort to walk somewhat slowly so that he could easily keep up with her.

Andrew made one brief effort to resist going along with her, but found it both impossible to breathe and painful to tug in the opposite direction of Riya. Instead, he was forced to adapt quickly to the situation and found himself frantically hobbling along behind his new captor as if on a pogo stick, desperately trying to keep his balance and keep up with her ruthless tugs of his leash so that he could at least continue breathing.

Andrew was astounded by Riya's behavior - she seemed to be absolutely oblivious to her own cruelty. She was completely unaffected by Andrew's extreme discomfort and seemed to think nothing was out of the ordinary. It was as if she hated Andrew so much that she felt literally no remorse for treating him this way - like she had been dreaming of doing this for a long time and now that it was finally happening, nothing felt wrong or surprising about it to her. It was just the natural way things should be. In Riya's mind, it seemed, Andrew was more akin to a dumb animal, with no feelings or deserving of any sympathy or compassion, than a real human being.

Finally, after a long, arduous journey for Andrew (but a totally normal one for Riya), they reached their destination - the closet. Upon looking at the tiny, dark, enclosed space in front of him, Andrew suddenly became fully aware of the reality of his situation. When Riya said she despised him and didn't want to have to look at him - she had meant every word of it. She literally wanted to lock him in the closet like some animal.

At this realization, Andrew made one last pathetic attempt at resistance, but Riya yanked him into the closet with no concern for his objections, before pushing him down onto his knees. At this point, it had become clear that Riya had already decided what she wanted to do with Andrew, and he was not going to be given any choice in the matter. While Riya initially presented this arrangement as a choice for Andrew, and as a generous means by which he could remain in her life, it seemed that in reality Riya never planned to give Andrew a choice and had finally decided she wanted to exact her revenge for all the misery Andrew had caused her throughout the years. She seemed to be enjoying this, and Andrew couldn't help but feel he somewhat deserved this fate. After all, deep down he knew he was a worthless loser who was hopelessly desperate for a girl far superior to him, and had spent most of his life being a perpetual annoyance to her. He had been completely selfish his entire life, and that selfishness had finally come home to roost. Now it was Riya's turn to torment Andrew in whatever way she saw fit - and even Andrew himself recognized the justice in that. With no escape and no way to object, all he could do is hope that Riya had at least some pity on him.

With Andrew now on his knees, Riya took his leash and heaved it up over a large, metal clothesline. Once again, she pulled it way tighter than seemed necessary, forcing Andrew's entire body upwards until his knees were just barely scraping the ground and the rope was stretching his neck upwards, making breathing even more difficult than it already was. He felt as if he was being hanged. How could such a beautiful woman be so cruel?

He began to struggle against his restraints and moan into his gag at the now extreme physical discomfort he was experiencing. He was sure this was only a momentary punishment and Riya would relieve him of his suffering soon. But Riya continued to act completely indifferent to his pleas, placing her finger in front of her lips and sounding for him to be quiet. She then walked out of the closet, to Andrew's horror. Was she really going to just leave him like this? He amped up his desperate moans in a last-ditch effort to prevent her from shutting the door behind her.

But it shut none the less, leaving Andrew hanging there in total darkness. His moans and frantic struggles went unanswered as the surrounding blackness seemed to envelop his pathetic, helpless body, sealing him to his fate.