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Post by Emma Fuller on Oct 1, 2013 16:12:05 GMT -6
She tried to speak, mostly to test the strength of it. Yeah, she was screwed...
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Post by Frei on Oct 1, 2013 16:16:11 GMT -6
Frei considered the hood for a moment. "Yeah, this seems like overkill now..." He muttered, sticking it back in the bag. He considered Emma for a moment.
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Post by Emma Fuller on Oct 1, 2013 16:17:47 GMT -6
She rocked back and forth, testing her restraints.
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Post by Frei on Oct 1, 2013 16:19:33 GMT -6
He went back into the bag for a moment, pulling out a leather blindfold. He considered it for a moment, shook his head, returned it to the bag, and picked the roll of tape back up. He stuck some over her eyes and wound it around her head a few times, tearing it off and seating himself in front of her again.
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Post by Emma Fuller on Oct 1, 2013 16:20:59 GMT -6
Tape? She'd had almost preferred the hood. She made pitiful sounds, unsure of what was going on now.
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Post by Frei on Oct 1, 2013 16:27:24 GMT -6
"Well, we must be going." Frei said. Almost as an afterthought, he removed her pants, and picked her up, gently lowering her into the grab bag. She had plenty of room in the bag.
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Post by Emma Fuller on Oct 1, 2013 16:28:36 GMT -6
Wait, what was happening? Her pants were gone. He was picking her up. What...what now? Had he put her somewhere? She couldn't tell...
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Post by Frei on Oct 1, 2013 16:30:28 GMT -6
"Off we go!" Frei said, zipping the bag closed and picking it up, walking off.
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Post by Emma Fuller on Oct 1, 2013 16:32:01 GMT -6
She struggled. Just where the hell was she?
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Post by Frei on Oct 1, 2013 16:34:25 GMT -6
A few minutes later, Frei got to the apartment he'd set up for himself in an old warehouse. He opened the bag and lifted Emma out, half-placing half-tossing her onto the bed.
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Post by Emma Fuller on Oct 1, 2013 16:35:08 GMT -6
The entire sensation was so strange. Ok, but now she was on something soft...
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Post by Frei on Oct 1, 2013 16:37:12 GMT -6
Carefully, Frei unwound the tape from over her eyes. When he finished that, he walked over to a desk, opening a laptop and checking something. "Any new jobs..."
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Post by Emma Fuller on Oct 1, 2013 16:38:12 GMT -6
She looked all over, trying to figure out where she was. No such look. Was this a warehouse?
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Post by Frei on Oct 1, 2013 16:39:59 GMT -6
Nothing new quite yet. Frei shrugged, turning and kicking his boots off, sitting on the bed facing Emma.
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Post by Emma Fuller on Oct 1, 2013 16:40:59 GMT -6
She tried to scoot herself away from him.
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