Tied Her Wrists

Police: Woman Bound, Robbed At Home

ANDERSON, S.C. -- Anderson Police are investigating a home invasion officers said happened at Courtney Drive early Monday morning.

The 51-year-old woman, who asked not to be identified, had red marks and blisters around her wrists and ankles from where she said robbers bound her with rope.

"I was in shock. Really in shock and scared," said the woman.

The woman said the armed robbers kicked in her front door and stole her television, laptop, phone and 2002 Ford Taurus.

The men left after the woman says she heard someone yelling outside.

"A female was out there and she hollered, 'You guys better hurry up. Police are down yonder'. And, they left," said the woman.

The woman said she was bound on her floor for nearly seven hours. She said she scooted herself across the floor to her front door and started screaming outside.

The woman’s neighbor, Laura Roberts, heard the screaming while drinking coffee on her back patio.

"Someone said, 'Help me, help me.' And, I jumped up and my husband was out here with me, and I said somebody is saying, 'Help me. Help me,'" said Roberts. "Through (the woman’s) storm door, I seen (sic) her laying there. She had her hands tied and her feet tied and she said, 'Please, call 911'!"

Roberts said she used scissors to cut the rope off her neighbor’s ankles, while Roberts’ husband called 911.

News 4 was there when the two neighbors reunited for the first time since the incident.

“Thank you so very much,” said the woman, as she hugged Roberts.

“I'm so glad I could hear you,” said Roberts in response. The woman replied, “I'm glad you did, too."

Anyone with information on the case is asked to call Anderson Crime Stoppers at 1-888 CRIME SC.

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Since you’re afraid of me, I’ll open it up for you.’ He applied his fingers to the place below her left armpit and made a sort of scratching motion with them. It so happened that the Little Countess was extremely ticklish, but as she was unable to move or speak, the only observable effect was that she became extremely red in the face. ‘I used to be a dab hand at this,’ he said, ‘it’s just that I’ve been too busy lately for little things like this, so I’ve got a bit rusty. Is this the way you do it?’ He gave the place under her arm a few rubs, which proved equally ticklish. This time she looked angry. That’s the best method I’ve just been using,’ said Trinket, ‘but it only works on the best class of people. Since it doesn’t seem to have any effect on you, I’ll have to try the second best.’ This time he poked her a few times, which not only tickled but also hurt. Tears welled up in the Little Countess’s eyes and trickled down her cheeks. ‘Hm,’ said Trinket, ‘the second best doesn’t seem to work either. Can you be a third-rater? Well, it can’t be helped. We’ll just have to try the third-class method.’ This time it was slaps, which proved equally ineffective. Control of the vital points is perhaps the most highly specialized branch of the Martial Arts. Even people with a solid grounding in the fundamentals of those arts require several years of rigorous training under the direction of a good teacher in order to obtain proficiency in it. Opening and closing the vital points are simply two aspects of the same technique: if you can do one, you can do the other. But you have to know exactly where each vital point is sited, and you have to have exactly the right touch in your fingers, which only comes with the nike air max shop development of the Inner Force by means of meditation, breath control, and other exercises. 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I’m not sure I should lower myself to do this for a measly ninth-rate girl from the measly Mu Family. Oh well, I suppose I shall have to. Here comes the ninth method.

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...with her lying face down on the bed and her wrists tied to her ankles, ...

...with her lying face down on the bed and her wrists tied to her ankles, ...

Woooow. He tied her wrists together with his tie. Evil, pervy, beautiful dude. *facepalms*

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