Sold, Packaged, and Shipped

Chapter 7: Being Packed

First, Mrs. Fisher was picked up and carried to the garage. There, she was set down on a table. There was only a single light bulb in the ceiling, so she could not see what Arnie was doing in the shadows until he rolled a cart into the light. Then she gasped, for on the cart was a coffin!

A cold chill raced down her spine and she began to twist her hands in an effort to pull them out of the ropes. Of course, the ropes held her tightly.

“Oh… Please…. No…” she stammered, eyes wide with fear.

“Oh, don’t worry so. You’ ain’t going be dead. Just sort of pretending to be dead.” He chuckled. “This is about the best way to get a body past airport inspectors and such. They don’t really want to open coffins if the paperwork’s okay. The Boss says he’s done it many times.”

It was a relief to not know that she would be killed first, but still she was very nervous. “How will I breathe in there?” she asked.

“Don’t worry. You’re worth too much to let that happen. There’ll be oxygen bottles in there with you. Be kind of interesting, tho’, being locked in a coffin and all. I hear tell it’s totally dark in there. And, of course, you won’t be able to move much. Probably best if you try to sleep.”

As he was talking, he was also bringing out some additional items from a cardboard box. He put those on the table next to the bound woman.

“Okay, first we gotta gag you. The coffin is pretty soundproof but the Boss says to add a gag. Open your mouth.”

Darlene saw the large sponge in his hand and clamped her lips shut.

come on, Mrs. Fisher. It’s going to happen so you might

still kept her

down with a free hand and took her nipple, already rigid with fear, between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed. He also made sure that his fingernails were digging into the soft flesh there. Darlene cried out at the sudden pain and tried to twist away. He held his grip for a couple long seconds then let

I can simply hurt you until you don’t want to be hurt no more.

mouth and accepted the sponge, although not with good grace. It

close your teeth together,”

did and found that the sponge was not hard to

tight together,” he told her.

mouth. He wound it as tightly as he could, half a dozen turns, then secured the end with a safety pin. Darlene was telling herself that this was not as bad as it could be – at least, not compared to those ball gags that had been used on her. But then Arnie lifted a roll of silver-gray duct tape and began wrapping that around her head, over the elastic bandage. He wound it tightly, covering all of her lower head from nose down to chin. When he finally cut the tape with a pair of

to the bottom and sides. He picked her up and then set her down inside the coffin. At first she refused to lie down but his superior strength forced her down onto her back. Before she knew it, there was a nylon strap around her

and below her elbows. When that part was finished, the top half of her body was immobile. Only then did he untie the ropes from her legs, immediately replacing them with straps at mid-thigh, above and below the knees and again

there, but the noises she could

garage and that one light overhead. Then she felt the coffin jerk and the light was moving out of her vision. When he halted the coffin, all she could see was part of a wall and the dimly lit wooden

on the concrete floor that he had left the garage. Immediately she began struggling against the straps. She pulled and tugged but the held fast. She tried to reach back with her fingers to where

what was happening by the sounds. Melinda was set on the table. Then the rope connecting her wrists and ankles was removed. But her arms were left bound behind her with the elbows tightly corded together.

from Melinda. She had just seen the coffin, Darlene surmised. The grunting and cries of protest told her that Melinda was being picked up and set down into the coffin. She even heard the cart wheels slide against the concrete.

that he had first untied her legs and strapped them down before doing anything with her arms. If nothing else, Melinda was colorful in her description of Arnie’s past,