The Investigative Reporter WMV
As a reporter, Scarlett had been investigating Tony Houston for months. She knew he was up to no good and she was determined to expose him. Her plan was to sneak into his house and gather enough evidence to report him during the evening news. Dressed in tight leather blue leggings, a leather jacket, and boots, she crept around the outside of his house, peeking in windows and trying to be as quiet as possible.
Finally, she found an unlocked door and slipped inside. She heard voices coming from a room down the hall and quickly hid behind a corner, holding her breath. Peeking around the corner, she saw Tony typing away at a laptop and speaking on the phone, his back turned to her. She knew this was her chance. She started recording him with her phone, excited about what she might find.
Just as she was about to step out into the open, she accidentally knocked over a vase, making a loud crash. Tony whipped around, startled, and Scarlett froze, holding her breath. She could feel her heart racing as she watched him stand up and approach the door. He opened it slowly, peering into the darkness.
Scarlett held her breath, praying he wouldn't see her. He stood there for what felt like an eternity before finally closing the door and turning back around. She let out the breath she hadn't realized she was holding and slowly backed away, trying not to make any more noise.
She managed to make it back to the door without being seen and slipped out into the night, heart pounding. She ran to her car and started it up, relieved to be getting away. Just as she was about to drive off, she realized she didn't have a signal. She tried frantically to call her headquarters but couldn't get through.
Suddenly, her door jerked open and there was Tony, his eyes filled with rage. She gasped, her heart stopping. He dragged her out of the car, demanding to know what she was doing there.
Terrified, Scarlett tried to explain that she was just doing her job, but he wasn't listening. He handgagged her tightly, muffling her words as she tried to protest. He then grabbed her by the arm and dragged her back into the house.
Scarlett was petrified. She knew she was in deep trouble and didn't know what to do. Tony searched her phone, his eyes wide with anger when he saw the pictures she had taken of him. He told her that she wasn't going anywhere until he could make off with the money.
He then tied her up, his hands wrapping around her tightly. She struggled against her bonds, desperate to escape. But he was too strong for her. He cleave gagged her, stuffing a thick piece of cloth into her mouth until she couldn't breathe.
She tried to mumble through the gag, begging him to let her go. But he didn't listen. He dragged her around the house, handgagged and tied up, making sure no one was around. Finally, he pushed her to her knees and handcuffed her, binding her wrists tightly behind her back.
He then stood her up and tied her hands behind her back, making her completely helpless. He pushed her against the wall, his body pressed against hers. She could feel his heat, his breath on her neck. She whimpered through the gag, terrified of what he might do next.
Tony then told her that he would need to call his boss and explain what had happened. He sat her down in a chair, her hands still bound behind her back. He took out his phone and started dialing, his eyes never leaving her.
He told her to start muffled moaning. She tried to protest, but the gag muffled her words. She could feel tears streaming down her face as she listened to his instructions.
He then wrapped her in layers upon layers of tape, completely immobilizing her. She could barely move, her body covered in sticky strips of tape. He blindfolded her with more tape, making her a muffled, sexy package.
Now, Tony had everything he needed to make his escape. He left Scarlett bound and gagged on the floor, her cries and whimpers muffled by the tape. She could only hope that someone would find her before it was too late.
