In all her years working as a model, Celeste had seen the good sides and the bad sides of the industry and the fame. There were a lot of upsides, but some significant downsides to the fame as well. The most apparent downside was the nightmare she currently found herself in. Her last memory had been leaving a shoot, thanking the crew and preparing to go home to a nice bath and book and then…nothing. 

And now she found herself being jostled around a very very tight space, possibly a carry-on suitcase given how it felt like it was being wheeled along. While she didn’t have much space to move, the zipties binding her wrists and ankles heavily discouraged any kind of movement at all. They were tight enough that her hands were tingling from pins and needles and she could feel the ties around her ankle through the leather of her boots. She’d changed into an off white sleeveless dress with a leather blazer thrown over top and knee high black leather boots in case she was seen leaving the shoot but now she was praying that anyone had seen her. 

Finally she was brought to a halt. Celeste breathed heavily around the ballgag forcing her teeth apart, the only sound that reached her ears until she was tipped over. Caught by surprise, she let out a yelp into the gag as she settled down on her side. She could hear the zipper beside her ear and then the lid was thrown open and the sudden light blinded her. Blinking away spots from her eyes, she felt rough hands grab her under her arms and haul her out of the suitcase so she was now sitting on some kind of padded floor. 

Now finally able to see, she found herself now in a small room, maybe the size of a smaller bedroom, and then something on the wall caught her eye. It was a picture of her, then she saw the one next to it, and the next. Celeste could only stare wide-eyed at the hundreds of photos pinned to the walls around the room. They were all of her. Various shoots, red carpet appearances, paparazzi photos. There were even two massive images from one of her personal favourite shoots. To this man, she was a modern day pin-up model. An obsession in his mind. 

Still bound and gagged, she now looked up fearfully at the man standing over her. He seemed like any normal man she might pass on the street on a given day. He was middle aged, brown hair, glasses. But the hunger in his eyes as they roamed over her body made it clear he knew what he wanted: her. “Pffffft lmmmm mrrrrr grrrr!” She cried out behind the ballgag. 

“Oh no Celeste.” He smiled as he knelt beside the dark haired beauty. “You’re not going anywhere, now you’re all mine!” 

He looked deranged, causing Celeste to scream behind her gag and try to inch her way across the floor away from him, but he simply grabbed her booted ankles and dragged her back into his grasp. “Now, let’s exchange these out for something more secure.” 

Reaching into a box, he withdrew something that clanked a lot and Celeste could see it was a set of metal cuffs attached to each other by chains. She counted six small cuffs and one large one, her blood running cold as she realized the large one was for her neck. These weren’t the metal cuffs that were closed with a pin either. Those she may have had a chance of getting out of, but these she could see were locking cuffs. 

Seeing the jangle of chains and cuffs being brought towards her, Celeste struggled and flailed the best that she could. Her boots were her best weapon, but her kidnapper simply strolled over and pinned her to the floor. Using his weight to trap her, he flipped her over onto her stomach and methodically began applying the restraints. The collar was first, the cold metal causing her to flinch as it closed around her neck and snap shut with a resounding click. 

Still pinned down, he snipped the ziptie around her wrists finally freeing her hands but she could barely feel them and they lay limply beside her as he worked her leather blazer down her arms and off of her body before tossing it in the corner. 

The next set of cuffs went around her elbows. Yoga and exercise kept her flexible, but she was not prepared for her elbows to be pressed together and the cuffs snapping shut around them with less than an inch between them. It had the effect of forcing her chest out and pulling her shoulders far back, making it very easy for her wrists to be gathered and cuffed as well. 

Turning around, he cut the tie around her boots before snapping the last set of cuffs over the leather. A length of chain ran from the collar to each set of cuffs, connecting them all on a line that meant she was severely restricted even when standing up. Finally he stood up, allowing Celeste to move again but she was reminded of her current state with each jingle of the chains. “Don’t go anywhere, my pretty.” He said as he knelt and traced a hand along her cheek. “You’re finally mine, I can’t wait to spend forever with you.” 

He left the room and Celeste heard a lock click when he left. She hoped it wasn’t a padlock outside the door, but now she had to figure out what she was going to do. Sitting in this shrine dedicated to her, the hopelessness was beginning to settle in. She knew she couldn’t panic just yet, but chained up, gagged, and locked in a room she knelt on the ground and let out a scream. 

Sobbing behind her gag, she blinked back tears and noticed a flash of light reflecting off of something in her hair. A bobby pin! Her head shot up and her eyes focused on the thin black pin that had pinned her hair back earlier in the day. If she could manage to get it out of her hair and to her wrists, that pin may be the key to her freedom. There was hope!