It would have felt so good to knock Chase upside the head again, but Simms refrained, fearing that it might jar his once again prisoner awake. He didn't want to have to hunt him down again. So, Simms finlly grabbed the duct tape, and did his best to work quick.
Chase's hands got taped first: criss crossing at the wrists a few layers, then over his fists so that he couldn't open his hands. His arms were then taped over his chest, held in place by a few tight layers of tape that went around his back, and then another few revolutions around the back of the chair.
He held Chase in another sleeper hold after that, when it looked like he was starting to gain a little more awareness.
Next his legs were taped, from his ankle up to his knees, locking them together. Simms kind of liked that the tape would be stuck to skin, and he imagined that it would still hurt when it came off, even if it was Them to be the ones to do it. He couldn't fasten Chase's feet to the chair, with the wheels and all, so he wrapped a few loops around Chase's thighs and the seat, then alternated it with his waist and the chair's back. And just got good measure, a few more times around his chest and arms.
He flicked Chase's forehead a few times to bring Chase a bit more back to consciousness before he did his last layer of tape, tight across Chase's mouth. He went around the back of his head a few times, though the chair's back wasn't high enough to actually tape his head up. That was fine. Even though his head could move, he was confident that the rest of him sure couldn't. "Did I cut off the blood to your brain for too long there, buddy? Good morning..."