Writer's Block

Writer's Block

BellaJade sat at her computer, typing away. Every so often, usually with a huff or a sigh, she'd hit the 'delete' key.

"This stinks," she said out loud. "I want to write another DID story, but I just can't think of anything to write!"

She slumped back against her chair, staring at a now-blank computer screen. "Oh well. What are you gonna do?"

"Well," came a sudden voice from seemingly out of nowhere, "I hope you're not thinking of giving up!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!!!" BellaJade shrieked. "Who is this? Oh God, it's finally happened! I've snapped! I've lost it! I'm hearing voices which means I've lost my m----"

Her ravings were cut short by a hand over her mouth, and when she looked up, there stood Cliff, her imaginary creation come to life.

Holy crap, BellaJade thought. I really have lost it.

"Rache, you got everything? I think we got here just in time," Cliff said. "Just hang in there, BellaJade. It's gonna be okay."

"Hmmmph?" BellaJade asked, gesturing to indicate that Cliff should release her mouth. He shook his head.

A sudden tug at her wrists made her yelp, or rather, mmph. Looking down, she saw Rachel, her damsel creation, kneeling on the ground by her chair, wrapping a length of rope around her wrists.

"Hmm! Wmmsccnd!" BellaJade protested. Sheesh, Cliff might be good at tying, but Rachel's no slouch, either!

Rachel looked up at her, and winked. "See, Cliff and I, we figure you just need a break. And we know how you are--you'll just keep working and frustrate yourself. So we're taking matters into our own hands."

"And out of yours," Cliff cracked.

Perfect, BellaJade thought. My creations are a couple of wise guys.

BellaJade mmphed a bit more as Rachel fasted her upper arms to the chair as well. This is so not happening.

"Actually, it is," Rachel replied. She chuckled at her creator's surprised look. "We can hear your thoughts, silly. That's where we came from, after all!"

Whistling cheerfully, Rachel bound BellaJade ankles together. Though the author attempted to kick and move her legs as much as possible, both Cliff and Rachel seemed to find this funny.

Well, it may have been funny to them, but for BellaJade, it was futile. Not only were her ankles bound, but now her knees were, too. Moving up, Rachel bound her thighs to the seat of the chair.

"Mmm hmmk mmhs hmmpphh," BellaJade ventured after a few moments.

"No, not quite enough," Cliff disagreed.

Rachel smiled, and attached the last remaining piece of rope to BellaJade's bound wrists, and wound it around the single leg of the rolling chair. Then she attached the last of the length of rope to Bella's bound ankles.

"Mmmmph!"

"That reminds me!" Cliff said. "Rache, did you bring our parting gift?"



"Sure did, honey," Rachel replied, reaching into the bag they'd brought. "Ready?"

Cliff nodded, and removed the hand (and the iron grip) from BellaJade's mouth. She had just enough time to lick her lips and say, "Guys, I get the point, this is really not--"

A sock turned the rest of her protest into a muffled cry of indignation, as did the many layers of duct tape that went over it.

Cliff and Rachel stepped back to admire their handiwork.

"Great job, sweetie," Cliff said, giving Rachel a kiss on the cheek. "I think we really helped her out."

"Hmmmphh! Gmmhh mmh! Nmmm!" BellaJade shrieked, struggling against her bonds. They were well and truly secure. Without help, she wasn't going anywhere for quite awhile.

I've created a monster. This must've been what Frankenstein felt like!


"Oh, yeah," Rachel agreed, snuggling up to her boyfriend. "She'll thank us for it someday."

Cliff looked around, frowning. "I just wish we could do more."



BellaJade shook her head emphatically. She couldn't move as it was, and between the sock and the tape in her mouth, her speech was hopelessly mangled. "Nnmm nhmmhhhmm!" Not necessary!

Rachel snapped her fingers. "What are we thinking of, Cliff? She's still sitting here staring at the screen! We need somewhere darker. More relaxing."



BellaJade looked to her imaginary captors, feeling apprehensive.

Cliff nodded. "Good thinking, hon. Looks like there's room in her closet over there!"

"Nmmmhhh! Nmm-mmhh!"

"I knew you'd agree," Rachel said happily. "Cliff?"

BellaJade's cry of surprise was turned into a muffled shriek as she felt herself propelling forward. Her feet twitched, but the ropes binding them to the chair did nothing except tug on the ropes binding her wrists.

She turned her face up to Cliff, who was pushing her closer to the closet, giving him a pleading look.

"Oh, don't worry," Cliff said soothingly. His eyes were so kind that for a split second, BellaJade did feel a little better. 



His next words, however, did the exact opposite. "We'll leave you in there for a good long time, okay?"



"Hmmph! Mm-mhhh!" BellaJade shrieked. "Mmmppphh!"

"I knew you'd agree!" Rachel chirped, helpfully holding the closet door open as Cliff pushed the chair containing the now-immobilized and thoroughly silenced author inside.

"Hmmph! Lmmhhh mmtt!"

"In awhile," Cliff replied. "Just enjoy the peace."

With that, Rachel closed the door. BellaJade found herself surrounded by darkness, as she heard the two figments of her imagination walk away.

She sighed. This had certainly proved to be an interesting day, if nothing else. And it was peaceful in here. Damn him, Cliff was right. There would be no telling him or Rachel what to do from here on out. BellaJade had thoroughly lost control of the situation to a spectacular degree.

"Dammit!" she exploded. Except the closest she got was, "Mmmhmmt!"

Slumping down, BellaJade busied herself attempting to work at the knots binding her wrists.

This is gonna be such a long night.