He had several options. There was the old go-to needle and thread. There was also the hole puncher. Not forgetting the stapler. But his hand hovered over the paperclip. Paperclip it is, he thought. Got to sharpen it first though.
He picked up the metallic paperclip and used a sandpaper to taper the ends until it was sharp, capable of puncturing through most anything. Finally satisfied, he turned to the woman on the chair at the far end of the room. She was bound by her hands and legs with rope as tight as could be. She tried to wiggle free but the knots were securely fasten. This wasn’t his first rodeo. Tears spilt down her cheeks. Tape over her mouth.
He smirked as he approached her, modified paperclip in hand. “Now, let’s see about keeping that mouth shut, shall we?”