"Damn," Chastity muttered, "Why didn't I take that self defense class when I was twelve like my parents wanted?"

Howie came closer, "Now sit back down."

Chastity returned obediently to her seat.

"Now don't try anything tricky." Chastity nodded. Howie still held on to the gun as he picked up the ropes.

As he was tieing her hands up, she kicked at him as hard as she could, unwilling to give up. The force of her kick sent him flying backward, and the gun in the other direction.

Chastity made a dive for the gun, but Howie was already back on his feet.

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