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There I was, laying on the floor next to the stairs that led to my bedroom. Wearing an outfit that I had put on on go out on the town in, on that dreadful night! Tied hand and foot, very tightly and intricately, to the railing of the stairs. My mouth stuffed and tied with pantyhose. Then, packing tape wrapped tightly over my mouth and around my head. The two thugs who had grabbed me on my way out the door, had disappeared. There was no sound , as if they'd left the house. There was no robbing or ransom call. What is going on here? Why am I tied up like this? Then, I overhear a phone conversation in the next room. They're saying something about a van coming to my house. I hear multiple foot steps coming out of the room and towards me. The man with the long black beard and beaten-down appearance, stops and says to me, "Honey, the van is almost here. Hope you enjoy your new home!". These photos were taken just before the arrival of the van. At that point, I had been tied up 1 1/2 hours. I was truly "Bound For Transport".