What you've caught.

You come back to your office and turn on the light. You captive is trying to lift the coffee table to free herself and has pushed the gag out of her mouth. She glares at you as you turn on the light.

"Let me go! What the fuck are you doing! Let me go right now!" she yells at you, trying to lift the heavy table but having no success. She's slender girl of no more than 20, with dark hair falling in loose curls around an elfin face. She's wearing skin tight jeans with fashionable rips in them, a long sleeved black t-shirt and a pair of little black slipper shoes.

You step over to her and pick up your tie, flipping it onto your desk. She continues to struggle with the table to no effect, staring at you with fury.

"Let me go. You have no right! Let me go!" she demands. You look at her impassively, then go to your desk and return with some rope. She looks at you in horror, cringing away from you. "What the fuck do you think you're doing! Don't even think about tying me up!"

Ignoring her, you grab her thrashing legs and lay her lengthwise on the table, sitting on her legs as you tie them together at the ankles, then tying that rope to the table legs, leaving her stretched out and squirming. All the time you're doing this she's yelling a torrent of **** and demands at you, all of which you ignore.

You run your hands over her hips and pockets but feel nothing. If she had a wallet or purse, she must have dropped it when you grabbed her. You leave her struggling and cursing you and walk back to where you captured her. A small shoulder bag lays by the wall. Inside it you find a wallet with a college student card that identifies her as Vanessa Adams. She's eighteen.

You return to your office, finding her still struggling and swearing. When she sees you return she stops trying to get loose and glares at you again.

"Are you some kind of fucking freak? Do you get off on tying up women you sick fuck? Let me go!" You ignore her and dump the purse out on your desk, looking through it. "Hey, what are you doing? Leave my stuff alone! What the fuck are you doing?"

You make a show of finding her student card and hold it up so she can see it. "I wanted to know what name to give the police," you say calmly, pulling your phone towards you and picking up the handset.

"Fuck! You can't do that! Wait a minute!" she shouts, tearing frantically at her bonds.