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Post by Frei on Oct 2, 2013 19:37:00 GMT -6
Frei set the newspaper in place, and went to get the camera. This sedative didn't last too long, so he needed to move.
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Post by Noa Clarke/Sierra Forrester on Oct 2, 2013 19:40:48 GMT -6
She was stirring a little, but still mostly out.
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Post by Frei on Oct 2, 2013 19:42:14 GMT -6
Frei set up the camera, but decided something was missing. He walked over and applied some tape over her mouth, before going back to the camera. All Frei had to go was take the girl, take the picture, send it to the requester, keep her while the negotiations happened, and drop her off at a later to be determined point.
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Post by Noa Clarke/Sierra Forrester on Oct 2, 2013 19:43:03 GMT -6
She was mostly awakened by the contact. She sat up, realizing she couldn't really move.
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Post by Frei on Oct 2, 2013 19:43:52 GMT -6
"Look at the camera, dear." Frei said. He waited a moment, and snapped the picture.
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Post by Noa Clarke/Sierra Forrester on Oct 2, 2013 19:54:43 GMT -6
Oh shit, was this a ransom?
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Post by Frei on Oct 2, 2013 20:00:20 GMT -6
Frei walked back upstairs, uploading the photo into his laptop and sending it to the requester. He got a message back a moment later confirming delivery, and now was the boring bit. At least he had a pretty girl. There wasn't anything stated about what was to happen to the girl during this period...
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Post by Noa Clarke/Sierra Forrester on Oct 2, 2013 20:02:11 GMT -6
Where was the Zecter? It could get her out. She struggled with the bindings, looking around for it.
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Post by Frei on Oct 2, 2013 20:13:54 GMT -6
Frei walked back downstairs, dismantling the camera. He set it in the corner, and walked around to a point behind Sierra.
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Post by Noa Clarke/Sierra Forrester on Oct 2, 2013 20:17:43 GMT -6
She looked around, but couldn't see him.
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Post by Frei on Oct 2, 2013 20:38:20 GMT -6
Frei suddenly pulled a leather hood over Sierra's head, securing it in place quickly. He walked around, cinching a strap around her knees and pulling her pants off.
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Post by Noa Clarke/Sierra Forrester on Oct 2, 2013 20:41:38 GMT -6
Oh shit oh shit...what was going to happen? If this was a ransom, then what was going on?
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Post by Frei on Oct 2, 2013 20:48:52 GMT -6
"Nothing to say I can't enjoy myself..." Frei muttered, tearing off Sierra's shirt next, soon followed by her bra.
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Post by Noa Clarke/Sierra Forrester on Oct 2, 2013 20:53:34 GMT -6
Shitshitshit...
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Post by Frei on Oct 2, 2013 21:07:03 GMT -6
"Not bad." Frei muttered. He added a few more straps, securing Sierra's arms to her body and her legs into a kneeling position. He lifted her over his shoulder, carrying her upstairs. He set her in the corner, and turned to check on Emma.
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