Thread: Don't take candy from strangers!

James watched for the tell tale signs, noticing that she was going to be on her ass soon enough, it was surprising even to him that she had fallen so quickly, perhaps it was due to her slender and diminutive stature or that she had already been quite tired, no matter. Closing the door, James went to work quietly, opening several boxes, intent on repacking now that he had additional cargo to carry. It did not take him long to get most of the things unpacked ready for her, he was comfortable with leaving her right where she had fallen just so that he could do a couple of things first. Locking the house up, James took a quick opportunity to discuss things with Amy's parents, letting them know what had occurred, that their son had vandalized his property and run off and that he had made life hard for their most helpful daughter who was now back in pursuit of their rapscallion son. She wasn't really, she was drugged on his kitchen floor. It did not take long at all, and it provided him with perfect cover despite being a last known witness of the girl, he had given their parents a good story, one that the police would no doubt hear from both them and himself should they want information from him. Returning back home, he continued on repacking his boxes, making room in a large wooden chest, padding the box with a doona which would serve to not only keep Amy somewhat comfortable despite cramped but also muffle any cries or kicks for help. Ready to place her inside, he carried the waif thin teen with ease, placing her head and torso inside the chest first, having to curl her legs up so he could fit her. To restrict her from making too much noise he gathered two items, a length of rope to bind not only her wrists and ankles but to do so in the one piece. Her wrists crossed behind the small of her back with the rope making sure that her ankles rested near her ass, should she move one limb all of them would have to move, ensuring that any attempt to hit the wood with force would be as weak as an infant banging a soft plush toy against the floor. The other item was a ball gag, that would muffle her screams too. Leaving the chest opened for now, he went back to packing everything else, taping it shut and focusing on getting things ready. As he had finished the last of the packing he pulled out his cell phone and hit speed dial. Hey Bruce, I'm done here, you mind bringing the truck over tonight, no buddy, you don't have to help tonight, I just want to get started now on loading some of the stuff tonight so I don't have to spend all day boring you with the heavy lifting. A few things will need your help tomorrow morning, don't worry, I have plenty of beer still, any I leave behind you can tax, bye. Humming to himself as he was in a happy mood, the only thing that he needed to do now was to check Amy out, the latex gloves and bottle of ammonia were going to fix any issues he would run into. No fingerprints, no evidence. With the latex gloves, he felt Amy up, not for sexual purposes although he did grope her breasts and caress her ass, it was all for the search of identification, and things that could be used to track her such as rings, lockets, or Amy specific items that might have people hunting in a different direction to his, that and cellphones, they could track their movements, he didn't want to be pulled over all because they had put two and two together based solely on the tracking of her cellphone.