Ruby and Brooke crept up the driveway of the house they had spent a week casing. The owner was supposed to be away for a couple of days, which gave the girls a window to sneak in and search for some incriminating evidence that would help break open an underground ring of some kind. They didn’t know which kind of ring, but they expected that they would learn soon enough once the evidence was in hand.

The two gorgeous PIs were dressed casually. Ruby in tan coloured knee boots, ripped jeans, white tank top and black leather jacket on top. Brooke wore dark brown knee boots, leggings, a black top and black jacket on top. “Clear.” Brooke said 

There were no cameras that they knew of when they watched the house so it was a simple task of picking the lock on the door and slipping inside. “Ok follow the plan, you take upstairs, I’ve got downstairs. Meet in 15”

The two girls split up, with Ruby headed for the basement as quietly as she could and careful to not trip any alarms. Sneaking around the basement did bear fruit, a small office with a computer that did not have a very good password and soon Ruby was flicking through files. To her horror, it seemed the man they had been investigating was involved in white slavery! She found multiple files on missing girls, images of them being bound, gagged, punished. Naked images of girls pleading around rubber balls strapped in their mouths, some caged for transport, and others being auctioned off. They had him. 

Pulling a usb drive from her pocket, she began copying all the files over for them to be able to review further back at their office. Wrapping up, she headed back upstairs to the front where she was supposed to meet Brooke. The house was eerily silent as she reached the front door and waited in the shadows. Time passed, 5 minutes, 10 minutes. Brooke was late. 

She glanced at her watch again. It was now 10 minutes past the rendezvous and there was still no sign of Brooke. She grumbled to herself. That absent minded blonde probably forgot the time again. Taking a deep breath, she ensured the flash drive was safely in her jacket pocket before proceeding up the stairs. Her flat boots didn’t clop around on the wood, allowing Ruby to be somewhat sneaky as she hunted for her friend. Most of the rooms were empty but then she came to a room at the end of the hall that had some noise coming from behind the closed door. Taking a deep breath, she took hold of the handle and pushed it open. 

Inside, Ruby was greeted by a rather alarming sight. Brooke was laying on the bed, not by choice, dressed entirely like a princess in a long pink dressed that seemed more like a ballgown, long white elbow length gloves, and pink high heels tied to her feet. Ruby didn’t want to think about what some creep must’ve done to her to get her dressed in that, either consciously or unconsciously, but she truly looked like a damsel in distress complete with a tiara nestled in her golden locks. A thick scarf was pulled between her lips, holding some kind of stuffing in her mouth. “Hemmmmph!” Brooke complained, pulling at the ropes holding her to each of the four bedposts. 

After picking her jaw up off the ground, Ruby checked the room for any other threats and found none. Brooke looked at her expectantly, waiting to be freed and Ruby finally decided the coast was clear and took a step into the room to get to her friend and partner. Unfortunately for Ruby, someone was even sneakier than her and she didn’t see the figure looking up behind her until he struck. A thick arm was wrapped around her chest, pinning her arms against her body and the other clamped a cloth of some kind over her mouth. Her eyes flew wide in surprise and she tried to bring her arms up to pull the cloth off but his strength was incredible. She kicked out with her boots, connecting with his legs, the bed, the wall, but nothing she did removed the cloth and soon she began to feel sleepy. Chloroform! Ruby realized but her struggles proved to be ineffective and she soon slipped into unconsciousness. 

When Ruby awoke some time later, her first concern was that she had been dressed up like a damsel in distress as well. As soon as she opened her eyes, she breathed a sigh of relief seeing that she was still dressed in her own clothes. But the relief ended there. She was wrapped up in duct tape practically all over her body. Over her boot at the ankles and knees, her thighs, wrists, elbows, chest, and infuriatingly, around and around her head to seal some kind of cloth in her mouth. “Hmmmmmph!” She cried out, seeing that she was seated in a chair beside the bed that Brooke was still tied down to. 

The noise of her struggling must’ve alerted the man and he walked back into the room. “Wow.” The masked man said as he admired the two girls writhing around. “My very own pair of damsels. Sometimes this job does pay off.” 

He was answered by muffled cries and moans, but he continued to giggle like a schoolgirl as he left the room, leaving two damsels in distress in his wake with their minds whirling in uncertainty. Ruby thought to the files on the computer she had seen and her heart tightened. Now if only Chloe realized they were missing and came to their rescue, otherwise their damsel status was about to be upgraded to permanent slavery if they didn’t do something soon.