Erin was definitely a bit out of her comfort zone, taking photos for a magazine and all, but the day had turned out to be pretty fun so far. Everyone had been so nice, her interview was great, and it felt good to be recognized and appreciated for her work. She'd had her doubts when they initially reached out to her, what with the magazine being called "Snoops Illustrated." She'd done her research though, and everything seemed to check out.

"Okay...I think we've got the shots we need. Great work, Erin! You're a natural. We've got just one last thing if you don't mind."

Erin was about to open her mouth and ask what that was, when her question was answered in the form of two burly thugs who had entered the photo studio.

The photographer laughed, "sorry, darling, but how can we do a piece on such a lovely snoop without seeing her in her...natural element."

As the thugs flanked her on either side, grabbing her slender arms and yanking them behind her back, Erin was kicking herself mentally for falling for this trap. She thought she had done her research well, but apparently not. It was more than likely that all the "evidence" she had found of Snoops Illustrated being a legitimate magazine was planted, and she had fallen for it hook, line, and sinker!

Both of her arms were tightly bound behind her back, her nylon clad legs pushed together next and wrapped with even more rope. Just what did these creeps have planned for her? Once again, her question was answered as the photographer approached her, his hands behind his back concealing something. Erin had a sinking suspicion as to what it was...

"Don't worry, dear, we'll just take a few photos and that will be all. It's just business really. Now, let's go ahead and add one more piece of signature flair..."

---fifteen minutes later---

"Wow, looking absolutely lovely, Erin!"

"Hnnnn mnnnnph mmph mm gnnmph nnmmmph..."

Erin was trying to ask if they could just let her go already, but her speech had been rendered intelligible thanks to the big red ball gag she was chewing on. Once she'd been gagged, they added a few more ropes too, sitting her down in a chair and tying her down to it. They'd swept her legs to one side, tying them off to the front right leg. She was fastened in tight, a series of ropes above and below her best fixed her firmly in place.

"I'm sorry, dear," the photographer said mockingly, "you're going to have to speak up."

"Lrmmmmph mmnph ggnnmmph!"

"You know, it almost sounds like you're asking me to let you go."

"Yrrmph..."

The photographer chuckled, taking advantage of Erin's burst or struggling to capture a few more photos.

"It's a shame that meddlesome Kayla Grace stepped in and had those photos we took of her confiscated."

"Mrmmph mmnnmh mmph!"

This guy was on one if he thought that Erin wouldn't do the same. How did he ever think he was going to get away with this?

"Okay, and I think that should do it."

"Grmnph, phhmn mmph mm gn nnmmmmph."

"I'm sure whoever usually works in this building will find you eventually. Perhaps the cleaning crew."

"Mrmmmmph..." Erin angrily tutted back, but her muffled protests fell on deaf ears.

A very happy birthday to the incredible AgentSnowDog featuring his OC Erin. I thought it would be fun to have the same photographer that nabbed Kayla at one point, nab another sleuth. What better excuse than AgentSnowDog's birthday! I was happy with how this photo of Erin turned out, and then I was like...oh I should do a magazine cover...oh, maybe it should be the same photographer that kidnapped Kayla, and BAM! Here we are.