Sidebar: The Art of Being Tied Up… Part III
Yes. It is hard to imagine, I’m sure. But as a Pulitzer-prize winning reporter, you learn that sometimes the imagination is nothing compared to reality. You learn to turn off the logical side of your brain and tune into the part that wants to survive the situation so that your story will be told. You learn to assess each situation with lightening-quick speed and start forming a plan.
Are the knots a familiar tie to you?
How much give does the fiber in the rope have?
Are there times when your captor will leave you alone?
What sort of jewelry do you have on that may be used as a cutting device?
Which way do you run once you’ve escaped your bonds?
How high are the heels/ tight is the skirt you are wearing and will this fashion choice cause a hindrance to your plans?
This sort of instinct cannot be taught. You either got it or you don’t.
And kiddos, I got it. I’ve had it since that first time I was ever tied to a tree in a shadowy glen in the bend of Central Park.
1 Letter to the Editor.
To think of you so mistreated makes my hands to tremble with the rage. I can’t bear to read more right now. I must go to punch at heavy bag.