The next day, Kurenai didn't have any missions, so she was just hanging around at home. She enjoyed her days off, they left her free to lounge around in a pair of sweatpants and a loose shirt. Anko on the other hand had been called about some mission, so she was gone, leaving Kurenai alone. Kurenai didn't dislike or hate Anko at all, but it was still good to have her out of the house. She could be a little eccentric at times, and events like the day before, when she found Anko tied up, was just a little more than she wanted to deal with.
Thinking about the sight of Anko tied up, Kurenai smirked a little to herself; she had left Anko tied until dinner. The more she thought of how funny it was to watch Anko struggle to escape, the more curious she became. What would it feel like to be helpless like that? Would it be sexual? Could it be as fun as Anko said it was? A plethora of questions similar to these arose in Kurenai's mind. She shook her head, as if to shake these foreign thoughts out.
"What's with me?" she wondered aloud. "Why would I show any interest in that sort of stuff?" But despite her thoughts and questions, she soon found herself in Anko's room, looking for bondage equipment. Curiosity had taken over completely, and she was moving around on impulse. It didn't take long before she opened a drawer containing a few coils of rope and duct tape.
"She sure isn't going out of her way to hide it. That shameless woman." Kurenai sat down on the bed, feeling the rope and the tape.
"I wonder what it's like…" she thought, but shook her head, not really wanting to admit that she just wanted to try it.
But then, she thought of something. "Maybe I can try to practice escaping with this" she reasoned, inwardly knowing that she was only making an excuse for herself; but at the moment, she didn't care.
With her new found resolve, she slowly began wrapping the rope around her legs. After much fiddling, her ankles and thighs were thoroughly tied. Though she had done more than a few kidnapping missions and she had always been good at tying up her captives, tying herself up was somehow more difficult.
After her legs were done, she immediately noticed her oversight. Her wrists. If she tied them up in front of her, it would be too easy to escape. Thinking that Anko maybe had more stored in her room, Kurenai hopped over to look in another drawer. In that drawer, she found a few sets of handcuffs, the pink ones on top probably the same pair Anko herself had used the day before.
Kurenai grabbed these pink ones and, after making sure she had the correct keys, she put the cuffs on one of her wrists. Before she clamped her other wrist behind her back, she remembered something. She would always gag her captives when she kidnapped someone so they wouldn't make any noise. It would be in her best interest to make as little noise as possible. If someone were to find her like this, she'd die of shame. Thinking back, Kurenai recalled she would normally stuff her captive's mouths, but she found the thought revolting, so she just went for tape. With less hesitation than she thought she would have, she picked up the duct tape and started wrapping it around her head several times. The tape went under her chin and just below her nose, so she couldn't looses it by accident. Testing, She found herself unable to open her mouth or say anything comprehensible. Every sound came out as muffled mmphs.
Quite satisfied, she looked at her cuffed wrist. She started to feel unsure about it all now. But she had come so far, and she didn't like leaving things unfinished. If she stopped now, she could end up regretting it. Before she really knew what she had been thinking, she heard a click behind her back, and she couldn't get her hands in front of her. They were now cuffed behind her back.
"Ok, calm down" Kurenai thought, getting a little panicky. "The keys are on the nightstand. I can get out of this whenever I want." She started testing her bonds. While not very uncomfortable at the moment, she didn't see why Anko enjoyed doing this so much. She felt a twinge of pride as she could not get free from her handiwork. She struggled on.
After a few minutes, she just sighed. "I should just release myself and forget this ever happened." But just as she managed to stand up to try and grab the keys, something was horribly wrong.
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