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

kept her mouth

simply reached 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

want to be

angry and hopeless. She opened her mouth and accepted the sponge, although not with good grace.

your teeth together,” he

sponge was not hard to compress. It did, however,

together,” he told her. “Makes this easier for

been used on her. But then Arnie lifted a roll of silver-gray duct tape and began wrapping that around her head, over the

it there were nylon webbing straps attached 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 neck, pinning her head flat down at the end of the coffin. She tried to push his hands away, but he again showed her how easy it was

below and another at the narrowest part of her waist. They were pulled tightly, forcing her flat against the bottom of the coffin. Each arm was strapped down to the side and bottom. Straps went around her wrists, above and below her elbows. When that part was finished, the top

would be in there, but the noises she could make were not very loud, nor intelligible. He simply ignored

wood rafters of the 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

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 the straps on her wrists were

the garage. She could not see but could follow what was happening by the sounds. Melinda was set on the table. Then the rope connecting her wrists and ankles was removed.

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. Then there came a loud slap sound. For a second there was silence, but Melinda quickly recovered and began cursing like a longshoreman. Two more loud slaps sounded, followed by a sob and Melinda telling Arnie

comments she heard, she assumed that he had first untied her legs and strapped them down before doing anything with her arms. If nothing else, Melinda was colorful in