I stared at her as she advanced on me, looking like a veritable dream in her slick red and black latex.

She reached me in what seemed like mere moments, her gloved hands tracing over my naked flesh.

I squirmed in my bonds, biting down on my ballgag as I moaned. Her lips twitched in amusement as her slick latex'd fingers plied themselves around my torso. Tweaking my nipples. Tracing the outline of my neck, the profile of the leather collar that had been locked onto me. Then up my arms, to meet the cuffs that kept me secured to the ceiling...and back down to lightly caress my gagged face.

I moaned. I couldn't help it. It didn't matter that this was the woman I had been hired to investigate by the local paper. The one who was somehow connected to a web of disappearances of comely young men and women. The one who, it was whispered, had truck with all manner of shady characters, ne'er do wells, and even dabbled in the darker aspects of magic. Local rumours abounded as to who she really was, where she was from, or what she did...but none of that mattered. Not anymore.

I heaved against my bonds, propelled by some inner force to try and reach her. To touch her, and experience bliss on a level I could only dimly fathom. Her lips twisted in a cruel smile, though to me it seemed practically angelic. She reached out and took hold of my chin, the light seeming to dance on her latex clad form, her face that of my dream girl, somehow.

"Oh I have been looking forward to this," Madeline McLaughlin murmured, "From the moment you began hounding my trail, I knew we were going to end up here. I, in control, and you my soon to be loyal and broken thrall. You wish to know what has happened to those souls whom the town believes I have made disappear? Well, my darling, I'll bring you to them...and you'll soon realize that while others might believe I have built a nightmare for them...its a dream come true. For me, for them...and for you as well...slave."