No One Knows He’s Here…
Joe had finally persuaded the wide eyed young woman whose large ramshackle house he had gratefully encountered in a clearing as he wandered, lost, through the Pacific North West woods, that he was no intruder but just an honest rambler from New York who had lost his way. Now he fully expected the slightly nutty girl, dressed in short dress and pantyhose as if on her way to a party, to untie him, return the shirt she had apparently removed from him while he was out of it, and let him call a taxi. But the smiling, anticipatory phrase she came out with after he had finished his explanation, “So… you mean no one knows you’re here?” gave him pause and to start seeing if he could free himself from his bonds.
He tried in vain and mild concern turned into outright panic when she smiled scarily at him, dark eyes fixed unblinking on his, and said: “Well… Finders, Keepers, I guess…”
My interpretation of the story behind this great piece of gothic female domination by Tied Up At The Moment who continues to post on Deviant Art as PerryDrake444
















