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At only 28 years old, Olivia Dawson was far more than just an inspector. She was an icon within the criminal investigation unit. Her impressive track record had earned her renown far beyond the walls of her precinct. In six years of service, she had solved over 150 cases, sometimes working solo, other times as a team leader. Whether it was dismantling international trafficking networks, solving complex murders, or defusing delicate hostage situations, Olivia always rose to the occasion.
Her sharp instincts and strategic intelligence allowed her to anticipate her opponents' moves with uncanny precision. Several notorious criminals still behind bars bitterly remembered her, not just for her skills but for the methodical and relentless way she pursued her targets. One of them, a famous art thief, even declared during his trial:
— Olivia Dawson isn’t just a cop. She’s a nightmare for anyone who thinks they can outrun her.
Her physical abilities were equally remarkable. A martial arts expert, she had won the national self-defense championship twice. She also handled all sorts of weapons with disconcerting ease, from pistols to assault rifles. She never hesitated to infiltrate the most dangerous places, combining stealth, precision, and speed to neutralize her targets.
But what set Olivia apart even more was her exceptional beauty. Her long blonde hair, often tied back in an elegant ponytail, her captivating green eyes, and her athletic figure made her as charismatic as she was intimidating. Many underestimated her danger, distracted by her appearance.
— You’re too beautiful to be a cop, a suspect once told her. Only to realize, too late, that this beauty was a mask hiding an unyielding determination.
This striking appearance was an asset Olivia didn’t hesitate to use in certain investigations. Whether mingling with the elite to gather information or unsettling her adversaries, she leveraged her charm without ever losing sight of her objectives.
This Sunday morning seemed like an ordinary day. Olivia was preparing for her morning jog, a routine she strictly adhered to in order to maintain her impeccable physical condition. She donned her favorite outfit: a tight-fitting pink tracksuit that hugged her curves perfectly, paired with a matching vest. Her pristine white sneakers completed her sporty yet stylish look.
She tied her blonde hair into a high ponytail, letting a few strands frame her face. Her reflection in the mirror showed a woman who was both elegant and powerful. She grabbed her phone and earbuds before heading down the stairs of her building.
Outside, the fresh morning air invigorated her. The streets were still quiet, and the first rays of sunlight illuminated the city. Olivia cherished these moments of solitude, running without distractions, allowing her thoughts to wander while staying alert.
As she neared the end of her jog, passing by a small local museum, something caught her attention. An eerie atmosphere hung in the air. There were no visible visitors, and the silence was unsettling. Suddenly, gunshots shattered the morning’s tranquility.
Olivia froze, her senses on high alert. She approached the building discreetly and peeked through a window. What she saw confirmed her fears: three masked women, armed, appeared to be carrying out a methodical robbery. They had evacuated the visitors and staff, leaving only themselves to loot the valuable artifacts.
Olivia didn’t hesitate for a second. Though she wasn’t fully equipped, she always carried a discreet weapon with her—a habit she adopted after a near-fatal mission. She entered through a side door, her sneakers making her steps nearly silent on the marble floor.
Moving cautiously through the museum’s corridors, Olivia heard whispers and female voices. But before she reached the heart of the action, she noticed a figure huddled in a dark corner. It was a teenage girl, trembling, her eyes filled with fear.
— Hey, you, Olivia whispered, crouching to avoid scaring her. I’m an inspector. You’re safe now. What’s your name?
— M-Mindy, the girl stammered.
Olivia nodded, her tone reassuring.
— Good, Mindy. I’m going to get you out of here. Stay behind me and do exactly as I say.
After ensuring Mindy was in a safer hiding spot, Olivia continued her approach, finally reaching the main hall where the three robbers were at work.
— Police! Drop your weapons immediately! she commanded, her authoritative voice echoing in the room.
The thieves froze, caught off guard. One of them began to raise her hands, but just as Olivia thought she had the situation under control, she felt something cold pressed against her temple.
Olivia turned slightly, shocked to see the teenager she had just rescued holding a gun.
— Mindy? What are you doing? she asked, incredulous.
— What am I doing? I’m trapping you. Drop your weapon, pretty inspector. And keep your hands in plain sight.
Olivia hesitated, her mind racing for a way out, but the thieves burst into laughter.
— Well, Mindy, you’ve outdone yourself! one of them exclaimed. Capturing the famous Inspector Dawson? It’s our lucky day.
With a sigh of frustration, Olivia dropped her weapon. Before she could act further, the robbers grabbed her and began tying her up, twisting her arms behind her back and securing her wrists with frustrating precision.
— Let me explain. You’re making a huge mistake, she tried to reason with them.
— Oh no, dear Olivia, Mindy replied, leaning close to her face with a sly smile. The mistake was yours, thinking you could stop us.
The robbers continued binding her, tying her ankles securely. Immobilized, Olivia furrowed her brow, attempting to regain control of the situation verbally.
— Mindy, listen to me. You’re just a kid. You can still get out of this if you turn back now, she urged.
Mindy burst into mocking laughter, a sound that echoed through the room.
— A kid? You still think you’re superior, huh? Look at you now. You’re the one in a tight spot.
Kneeling in front of Olivia, Mindy began slowly removing her sneakers, then her white socks, leaving Olivia barefoot on the cold floor. Standing up, she held the socks between her fingers.
— Oh, look at that! Mindy exclaimed with exaggerated delight. Your nail polish is flawless! Pink, of course. It suits you so well. So cute, inspector. I’m almost jealous.
— Stop this, Mindy! This is ridiculous, Olivia retorted, her cheeks flushing slightly with frustration.
— You talk a lot, inspector. And honestly, it’s starting to annoy me.
— Mindy, no. Please, not this, Olivia pleaded, her tone for the first time showing desperation.
Mindy raised an eyebrow, amused by the distress in the officer’s voice.
— Oh, but yes. Because you see, this is going to be so much fun.
She stuffed Olivia’s socks into her mouth despite the inspector’s desperate protests, then sealed them in place with a piece of duct tape.
— “There. Much better. What do you think? Oh wait, you can’t tell me,†Mindy teased with a smirk.
— “MMPPHHHHHHHHHH! MMPPHHHHHHHH!†Olivia’s muffled protests came through the gag.
Mindy stood up, placing her hands on her hips with a satisfied grin.
— “You know what, Olivia? This look suits you perfectly. But don’t pull too hard on the tape—it’s, shall we say… indestructible.â€
The other thieves burst into laughter, mocking the silenced and barefoot inspector, now utterly helpless. Olivia, humiliated and frustrated, was already gathering her strength to find a way to turn the situation around. She wasn’t going to let them have the last word so easily.
Sitting on the cold museum floor, bound and gagged, Olivia fumed as the three thieves continued their taunts. In her tight pink tracksuit and matching vest, with her bare feet exposed, she was both livid and humiliated. The thieves seemed to relish making a mockery of the once-intimidating detective.
— “Seriously,†one of them said, laughing, “just look at her. All in pink, tied up like a birthday present. Makes you want to stick a bow on her and place her under a Christmas tree.â€
— “A real wrapped gift,†another added. “Honestly, pink suits you. Very ‘sporty chic.’ Too bad you’re missing your cute little white sneakers. Oh wait, there they are!â€
— “MMPHHHHHHH! MMPPHHHHH!†Olivia protested through her gag, trying in vain to make herself heard. Her bare feet tensed against the cold floor, betraying her agitation.
Mindy, still standing nearby, crossed her arms and watched her with a mocking smile.
— “Well, Inspector Barbie, how does it feel not to be in charge anymore? Oh, and those socks in your mouth… They fit perfectly. White, clean, like they were just waiting to be your gag. Maybe this will shut you up for a bit.â€
The thieves’ laughter echoed in the room. Olivia glared at them, her only response muffled groans of frustration.
— “Seriously,†Mindy continued, “what did you think? That in your pink jogging outfit and sneakers, you’d scare us off? Look at you now. Barefoot, gagged, tied up like a cheap package. It’s hilarious.â€
— “MMPHHHHHH!†Olivia retorted, wriggling on the spot in an attempt to loosen her bonds. Her anger and humiliation were matched only by her determination.
The thieves, however, didn’t take her seriously. After laughing enough, they turned their attention back to their escape plan.
— “We need to hurry,†one of them said. “We should take the back alley; there are fewer cameras.â€
— “Wait,†Mindy countered. “We don’t move until I say so. No way we’re ruining this by rushing.â€
Olivia used their distraction to focus on one thing: escaping.
She started twisting her wrists, but the ropes were tied tightly. She grimaced, emitting involuntary muffled sounds:
— “MMPHHH… MMPPHHH…â€
Time for a new plan.
She scanned the room, looking for anything that might help. Her gaze landed on a decorative sword displayed a few meters away. Hope sparked within her. If she could reach that blade, she might be able to cut her bonds.
She adjusted herself slightly and began inching forward, pushing with her restrained legs. Her bare feet slid across the floor, trying to gain traction. She squirmed with determination, her toes occasionally seeking a grip to propel her further.
— “MMPPHHH! MMPPHHHH…†she puffed, her movements becoming more urgent. Her bare feet rubbed against the cold tiles as she worked to maximize her momentum.
When she finally reached the sword, she contorted herself to stretch her bound hands toward the hilt. It was just within reach. Almost… Just a little further…
But as her fingers grazed the weapon, a familiar mocking voice rang out behind her.
— “Well, well, what do we have here?†Mindy exclaimed, bursting into laughter. “Inspector Barbie trying to play ninja? Need some help, detective? You look so pathetic with your little feet wiggling everywhere.â€
Olivia froze, her breath catching. Caught.
Already humiliated and restrained, her heart sank as Mindy approached, holding another length of rope. The young thief’s gaze was cold and calculating, but tinged with sadistic amusement.
— “Alright, inspector, you’re squirming too much for my liking,†Mindy said, crouching in front of her. “Time to make sure you behave.â€
— “MMPHHHHH! MMPPHHHHHH!†Olivia groaned, shaking her head in protest.
Mindy ignored her, taking her time to secure the new rope tightly around Olivia’s bare ankles. She carefully linked the bindings to her wrists, putting her in a strict hogtie position. Olivia felt her muscles strain against the tension of the ropes. Immobilized, she was now even more vulnerable. Her bare feet, perfectly exposed, could hardly move.
Mindy stepped back to admire her handiwork and burst into laughter.
— “Look at this! Madame Detective in pink, the terror of the crime unit, completely helpless and tied up like a roast. I think we should change your specialty to… interior decoration!†she joked, laughing harder.
The other thieves joined in the mocking, throwing out jokes about Olivia’s appearance and situation.
— “With her bare feet like that, she’d make a perfect ballerina,†one quipped.
— “Or maybe a living doll we could stick on a shelf,†another added.
Olivia closed her eyes, trying to maintain focus despite the humiliations. It wasn’t easy. The ropes were cutting slightly into her skin, and every attempt to move was futile. She had to stay calm and find a way out—no matter the cost.
Suddenly, a noise outside the museum caught the thieves’ attention. The negotiation team had arrived. The thieves exchanged quick glances.
— “Time to show them we mean business,†Mindy said, standing up. “And what better way than to use our dear inspector as proof?â€
She pulled out her phone and activated the camera. Olivia, still bound and gagged, shook her head slightly, trying to protest.
— “MMPHHH! MMPPHHHHH!†she tried, but her muffled cries only added to Mindy’s amusement.
— “Oh, don’t be shy, detective,†Mindy said with a cruel smile. “Show your team who’s in charge now.â€
Then, Mindy crouched beside Olivia again, reaching out toward her bare feet. With a slow, theatrical motion, she began running her fingers along Olivia’s soles, causing involuntary spasms.
— “And why not add a little fun?†Mindy teased, laughing. “Look how ticklish she is! Not so threatening now, huh?â€
Olivia writhed as much as her bonds allowed, twisting under the relentless ropes. Mindy’s fingers continued their torment, and Olivia’s muffled cries grew more desperate:
— “MMPHHHHHH! MMMMMPPHHHHH!â€
Outside, the negotiation team and Olivia’s colleagues watched the scene on the transmitted video. Their faces reflected shock and concern.
— “This is unbelievable…†one murmured. “Olivia, in this state? Her, our best agent?â€
— “We can’t let her stay like this,†another interjected. “We need a plan to get in and get her out.â€
The robbers continued to amuse themselves at Olivia’s expense, entirely oblivious to the gravity of the situation. Mindy paused her torment for a moment to address the negotiation team through the camera.
— "So, what’s your plan?" she taunted. "As you can see, your precious inspector is entirely under our control. Try anything stupid, and she’ll pay the price."
She turned back to Olivia and whispered, loud enough for the camera to catch her words:
— "Remember, inspector, I’m the one in charge here."
Despite her predicament, Olivia refused to give up. She was already mentally strategizing a way out, even as she endured the humiliation. She wasn’t the type to surrender easily.
Lying on the museum floor, Olivia strained against her bonds. For fifteen minutes, she had been writhing, using the strength of her legs to try to loosen the rope connecting her wrists to her ankles. Her bare feet scraped and rubbed against the cold tiles in a futile effort to gain leverage.
— "MMPPHHHHHH… MMPPHHH!" she groaned through her gag, her movements growing more frantic with impatience.
Nothing worked. The knots were expertly tied, and each attempt only drained more of her energy. Realizing she couldn’t free herself alone, Olivia shifted tactics. She decided to draw the robbers’ attention. She emitted louder, more insistent muffled sounds, trying to articulate through her gag:
— "MMPHHH! MMMPPHHH! MMMMPPPHHHH!"
Mindy, deep in discussion with her accomplices, eventually turned toward her with a mocking smile.
— "What do you want, inspector?" she said, approaching. "Trying to say something? Honestly, talking with socks in your mouth isn’t very effective. Maybe try enunciating better?"
The other thieves burst into laughter as Olivia fixed Mindy with a mix of anger and desperation.
— "Alright, let’s see what you have to say," Mindy said, amused. "But if this is a lame attempt to get me to untie you, I warn you—I’ll stuff something even worse in your mouth."
She leaned down and ripped off the tape in one swift motion. Olivia let out a muffled cry of pain, then spat the socks out with a grimace of disgust.
— "Seriously," she growled. "My own socks? You couldn’t come up with anything better? That’s... disgusting!"
Mindy crossed her arms, still grinning smugly.
— "Oh, poor you, inspector. Missing your cute little white socks? Maybe I should put them back if it’s so traumatic!"
The other thieves snickered again, but Olivia ignored their jabs. She locked eyes with Mindy, her voice firm and commanding despite her vulnerable position.
— "Mindy, listen to me. I can help you. You don’t want this to end badly, and trust me, if you keep this up, it will. Free me, and I can protect you."
Mindy raised an eyebrow, intrigued but skeptical.
— "Protect? You?" she scoffed. "I’m sorry, but what does an inspector tied up hand and foot look like when she’s protecting someone? Not very convincing, honestly."
Olivia took a deep breath, forcing herself to stay calm.
— "I’m serious, Mindy. I can help you negotiate. If you free me, I could convince my team to be lenient with you. But you have to trust me."
Mindy stayed silent for a moment, her expression hovering between amusement and contemplation.
— "Interesting," she murmured. "But why should I believe you? Why would I risk my perfect plan just because you want to play hero?"
Olivia clenched her jaw, carefully choosing her words.
— "Because you know you’re in a tight spot," she said firmly. "The negotiators are here. My team won’t sit idly by. You still have a chance to limit the damage, but it starts with me. Free me, and I promise I’ll do what I can to help you."
Mindy stared at her for a long moment, her lips curving into a contemplative pout. But soon, a glint of mischief sparkled in her eyes.
— "Interesting," she repeated. "But you know, inspector… I think I’ll wait a bit longer. Because honestly, seeing you like this—barefoot and completely at my mercy—it’s just too much fun to stop now."
She straightened up with a cruel laugh, leaving Olivia tied and frustrated. Still, Olivia didn’t lose hope. She knew she had to earn Mindy’s trust or bide her time for the perfect opportunity. She wasn’t done fighting yet.
Mindy continued to circle Olivia, arms crossed, her mocking smile never fading. Olivia, still lying in the hogtie, tried to remain composed despite the rising tension. She knew she needed to stay calm and maintain a conciliatory tone to have any chance of swaying her captor.
— "Mindy… listen, I promise I’ll behave," Olivia said in a pleading tone. "I won’t scream or make noise. At least loosen the rope connecting my wrists to my ankles..."
Mindy cut her off with a sharp laugh.
— "Behave? Really?" she said, leaning down slightly. "Inspector, it’s adorable that you’re trying, but I think you’ve forgotten who’s in charge here. Honestly… I like you better gagged. It’s so much more charming."
— "No, wait! Mindy, please," Olivia begged, her tone growing more insistent. "I swear I can—MMPPHHH!"
Mindy clamped a hand over Olivia’s mouth, silencing her instantly. She smiled, clearly amused by Olivia’s muffled frustration, then reached for the discarded socks.
— "You know what?" Mindy teased, waving the socks in front of Olivia’s face. "I think these little things suit you better in here. You wear them so well. It’s almost… iconic."
Olivia shook her head vehemently, her eyes wide with indignation.
— "MMPHHH! MMPPHHHHHHH!" she protested, but Mindy ignored her muffled pleas.
With practiced precision, Mindy stuffed the socks back into Olivia’s mouth, ensuring they were firmly in place. The soft white fabric filled Olivia’s mouth, reducing her protests to faint, inaudible noises.
— "There we go," Mindy whispered, pressing a finger lightly against Olivia’s lips to ensure the gag stayed in. "Now, don’t move, inspector."
— "MMPPHHHHHHHHH! MMMMMMMMPPHHHHH!" Olivia cried, her face reddening with anger and humiliation.
Mindy, still grinning, pulled out a fresh strip of duct tape and tore it off with exaggerated care. She smoothed it over Olivia’s lips, sealing the gag in place once more.
— "Perfect," Mindy said, tapping the tape gently. "And for the final touch..."
Before Olivia could react, Mindy leaned in and planted a quick kiss on her cheek, sending a shiver through the bound inspector.
— "You’re so much cuter like this," Mindy taunted. "A real-life pink doll. It suits you beautifully."
— "MMPHHHHH! MMPPHHHHHHH!" Olivia squirmed furiously, her face burning with embarrassment. Her bare feet wriggled frantically as she struggled against her bonds, but she remained utterly powerless.
Mindy stepped back, admiring Olivia like a prized trophy.
— "Look at you, inspector. Barefoot, tied up like an amateur, and the best you can manage is ‘MMPHHH.’ Not very intimidating for the terror of the crime unit, huh?"
Olivia groaned again, her muffled cries a powerless response to the relentless taunts.
— "And those feet," Mindy continued with a mischievous grin, "you keep wiggling them like they’ll impress us. Honestly, it’s adorable. But I’d recommend saving your energy. You’ll need it for what’s coming."
She turned away and rejoined her accomplices, who laughed uproariously at Olivia’s plight.
Meanwhile, outside the museum, the negotiation team was desperately trying to establish dialogue with the robbers. They watched Olivia’s frustrated attempts through the cameras, but no immediate solution seemed within reach.
Olivia, on her end, knew she had to wait a little longer. She kept wriggling slightly, hoping her colleagues would find a solution before it was too late. For now, all she could do was moan through her gag:
— “MMPPHHHH… MMMMMMPPHHHHH…â€
Mindy leaned over Olivia again, a look of complete satisfaction on her face.
— "Alright, inspector, enough playing for now," she said, gently patting the duct tape that held the socks firmly in Olivia’s mouth. "I think we all need a bit of quiet… especially you."
Olivia shook her head, her muffled groans growing more insistent.
— “MMPPHHH! MMPHHHHHHHH!â€
Mindy chuckled softly, standing up with a casual air.
— "Oh, don’t worry. I’ll find you a nice, quiet spot to think things over. After all, you’ve got a lot to reflect on, don’t you? Like how an elite inspector, dressed in her little flashy pink outfit, ended up tied up and gagged by four amateur thieves."
The other thieves snickered, and one of them joked:
— "And don’t forget her adorable bare feet, wiggling constantly. She looks like she wants to dance, doesn’t she?"
— "Exactly!" Mindy added. "Honestly, Olivia, if you want to be taken seriously, you might want to invest in more intimidating footwear. Your cute little feet aren’t exactly striking fear into our hearts."
— “MMMMPPHHH!†Olivia protested angrily, her face red with frustration.
But Mindy motioned to one of the thieves to help her, and together they effortlessly lifted Olivia, despite her attempts to struggle.
— "Come on, darling, let’s put you somewhere where you can think quietly. When you’re ready to behave, we’ll come back for you," Mindy said with a cruel smile.
They carried Olivia through several museum corridors to a small, dark room in the back—a storage closet. Mindy opened the door and, with the help of her accomplice, placed Olivia on the cold floor inside.
— "There we go," Mindy said, crouching in front of her. "You can reflect on your predicament here. And who knows, maybe it’ll help you understand how a supposedly brilliant inspector ended up in this ridiculous situation. Your pink outfit, your bare feet, your little sock gag… Seriously, it’s like something out of a bad cartoon."
— “MMMMPHHHH! MMPHHHHHH!†Olivia shouted, shaking her head, her eyes flashing with anger.
— "Oh, stop tiring yourself out, inspector," Mindy murmured, gently brushing one of Olivia’s bare feet with a sly smile. "You could almost be adorable if you weren’t so pathetic right now. See you later!"
With that, Mindy shut the closet door, leaving Olivia in total darkness. The sound of the lock turning echoed in the small room, sealing her fate for the moment.
A Desperate Struggle
Alone in the darkness, frustration overwhelmed Olivia. She fought with all the energy she had left, pulling at the ropes binding her wrists and ankles. Her bare feet thudded against the floor at regular intervals, hoping in vain to find a position that might loosen her bonds.
— “MMPHHHHH… MMPPPPHHHH!†she groaned, her breathing quickening as hope seemed to slip further away.
This went on for twenty long minutes. Olivia felt her strength waning, and the idea that she might not be able to free herself began to creep into her mind. But as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, something caught her attention.
Near the closet door, a small, shiny object lay on the floor. Olivia squinted, trying to make it out. A Swiss Army knife!
Her heart raced. It must have belonged to one of the thieves—they’d likely dropped it while carrying her here. This was her chance.
Olivia slowly rolled onto her side, twisting her body to inch closer to the knife. Her bare feet, still bound to her wrists, moved frantically to reach the object.
— “MMPPHHHHH… MMPPPPHHHH…â€
She used every ounce of flexibility she had to pull her legs toward her, stretching her feet toward the tool. Her toes fumbled, barely grazing the surface of the knife. Just a little more… almost…
Finally, the knife tipped slightly, rolling beneath her toes. Olivia managed to grab it with one foot, holding it firmly. She wasn’t out of danger yet, but this was her chance.
The light at the end of the tunnel seemed within reach.
She rolled slowly onto her side again, bending her legs to bring her bound feet closer to her hands. After several clumsy attempts, she succeeded in sliding the knife toward her fingers. With her wrists still tightly bound behind her back, opening the knife proved to be a challenge. She pressed the blade against a metal shelf in the closet, managing to flip it open with a quiet click.
Olivia’s muffled moans intensified as she tried to cut the rope connecting her wrists to her ankles. Every movement required precarious balance and almost impossible precision, but she refused to be discouraged.
— “MMPPHHH… MMPHHHHHHH!â€
After several minutes of intense effort, she finally felt the rope give slightly, then loosen entirely. The connection between her wrists and ankles was broken.
A deep sigh, still muffled by her gag, escaped her lips. She could finally move her legs more freely, though her wrists remained firmly tied behind her back.
With renewed focus, Olivia rotated the knife in her fingers to tackle the ropes around her wrists. The blade was small, and her movements were limited, but she persisted. Each cut was a challenge, her muscles straining from the effort and the awkward position.
— “MMMMMPHHHH!â€
After nearly ten minutes of grueling work, the ropes gave way. Olivia felt her wrists free themselves, and a wave of relief washed over her aching body. Slowly, she sat up, her hands trembling as she reached for her gag.
The duct tape, stuck firmly, proved difficult to remove, but Olivia managed to peel it off with a sharp tug. She immediately spat out the socks, coughing slightly as she rid her mouth of the disgusting fabric.
— "Those damned socks…" she muttered, her voice hoarse after being gagged for so long. "I’ve had enough of them for a lifetime."
But she wasn’t done yet. Her bare feet were still tightly bound, the rope biting into her skin after so long. She used the Swiss Army knife to cut through the bindings, each motion requiring significant effort as the knots were tied tightly.
After several long minutes, her feet were finally free. She quickly massaged them to stimulate circulation, her toes wiggling with newfound freedom.
Olivia slowly stood, her body still sore from the prolonged hogtie. But she was free.
— "Now, Mindy…" she murmured coldly. "You’re going to regret every second of this little game."
Casting a final glance at the cramped closet, Olivia turned toward the door. She examined the lock quickly and pulled out the Swiss Army knife, determined to pick it open. Her training in infiltration operations was finally about to pay off.
She inserted the small blade into the lock, working methodically with precision. Each click of the mechanism giving way strengthened her resolve.
— "You think you’ve humiliated me," she whispered through gritted teeth, "but I’ll show you what it means to defy an inspector of my caliber."
After a few moments of skilled maneuvering, a final click sounded. The door creaked open, and Olivia peeked cautiously into the empty hallway.
She was free and ready to take control again.
Still tense from the ordeal, she gripped the Swiss Army knife tightly, her gaze steely with determination. Mindy and her accomplices were going to pay for every moment of her humiliation. This time, the rules would be hers.
Olivia peeked carefully through the slightly open closet door. The hallway appeared deserted. She gripped the Swiss Army knife tightly in her hand and slipped out silently, her bare feet moving across the museum’s cold floor. Each step reminded her of how vulnerable she was, but it only strengthened her resolve.
— "I’ll get them this time," she muttered through clenched teeth, advancing cautiously through the building.
Her bare feet brushed against the cold surface, and she winced slightly. She couldn’t help but curse herself inwardly. How had she ended up in such a humiliating situation? As a seasoned inspector, she should have anticipated a trap, yet she’d fallen right into it like a rookie.
As she moved carefully, she heard voices coming from the employees’ break room. She froze, straining her ears.
Inside, the thieves were chatting in relaxed tones, confident that the situation was under their control.
— "Honestly, I’m surprised the cops haven’t tried anything," one of them said, laughing.
— "Why would they risk their precious inspector?" another added sarcastically.
Mindy, recognizable by her mocking voice, chimed in:
— "Are you kidding? They wouldn’t dare risk even a single strand of her perfect blonde hair. Besides, she looks so cute in pink. I wonder if she regrets choosing that flashy outfit now."
They all burst into laughter, and Olivia felt a wave of anger rise within her. They still dared to mock her after everything they’d put her through.
Determined to surprise them, Olivia took a deep breath and burst into the break room, the Swiss Army knife held firmly in front of her.
— "Get down!" she shouted in an authoritative voice.
But instead of the panic she’d hoped for, she was met with laughter. The four thieves were seated around a table, their weapons already aimed at her.
— "Ah! Finally!" Mindy said with a sly smile. "We were wondering how long you’d take, inspector."
Olivia stepped back slightly, assessing the situation.
— "You… you left that knife on purpose," she suddenly realized, rage contorting her features.
Mindy burst into laughter, joined by her accomplices.
— "Of course we left the knife! We’ve been watching you this whole time through the museum cameras. We wanted to see how long it would take you to free yourself. Honestly, you almost disappointed us. What was it—an hour?"
One of the thieves added with a sneer:
— "And that dramatic entrance with the little knife? You look like a B-movie heroine."
Mindy stood slowly, her weapon still trained on Olivia, and took a step toward her.
— "Seriously, inspector… Do you realize how humiliating this day must be for you? First, we tied you up like a roast. Then we gagged you with your own socks. And now… here you are, barefoot, armed with a toy, facing the four of us."
— "You’re pathetic," she concluded, shaking her head.
Olivia felt her cheeks flush, but she didn’t lower the knife.
— "You won’t get away with this," she growled. "You think you’re clever, but you won’t last long."
Mindy raised an amused eyebrow.
— "Oh, that’s adorable, really. But I think you’re not in a position to lecture us. So, inspector, what’s your next move?"
The four weapons aimed at her seemed ready to fire at any moment. Olivia knew she had to stay calm and look for an opening. The anger boiling inside her was tempered by her instinct for self-preservation.
— "It can’t end like this," she thought, her mind racing desperately for a solution.
But for now, the thieves clearly had the upper hand. Olivia would have to play it smart to turn the situation around.
Mindy crossed her arms, her mocking gaze fixed on Olivia, who was still standing, the Swiss Army knife trembling uselessly in her hand.
— "Well, I think it’s time to take that toy away from you and put you back in your place, my dear pink doll," she said sarcastically. "Ladies, take care of her. Gently, though—we wouldn’t want to damage our little masterpiece."
Mindy’s accomplices approached, weapons raised. Olivia took one last step back, raising the knife defensively.
— "Stay back!" she barked, though the authority in her voice was undermined by her desperate situation.
But one of the thieves easily grabbed her arm, twisting her wrist to disarm her. Olivia let out a grunt of pain and tried to struggle, but the others were already on her.
— "Come on, don’t squirm too much, doll," one of them said, grabbing her wrists. "We wouldn’t want to crease you any further."
They forced her to sit on the floor, one of them holding her wrists firmly while another began tying her hands behind her back with a sturdy rope.
— "Stop this immediately! You’ll regret it!" Olivia hissed through clenched teeth, her muscles straining as she tried to break free.
But the knots were tight and efficient.
— "Oh, stop playing tough," Mindy said with a mocking grin. "Look at you: barefoot, in your cute little pink tracksuit, completely at our mercy. You’re fooling no one, sweetheart."
The thieves then tied her ankles, wrapping the rope carefully around her bare feet. Olivia clenched her teeth as the cord bit into her skin, struggling in vain.
— "What’s your problem, Mindy?" Olivia spat, fuming. "You’re a freaking psychopath!"
Mindy laughed loudly in response, leaning down toward her.
— "Psychopath? I’d rather be that than a little pink doll all tied up, waiting to be unwrapped."
Seeing Olivia continue to squirm furiously, Mindy motioned to her accomplices.
— "That’s enough," she said. "Tie her properly. I think our dear inspector needs to return to her favorite position."
— "No! No, don’t do this!" Olivia protested, thrashing desperately, trying to roll away from their hands.
But her protests were futile. Another rope was quickly added, connecting her wrists to her ankles. They pulled it tight until her body was forced into an uncomfortable arch. Olivia felt the strain in her back and legs, and a growl of rage rose from her throat.
— "Perfect," Mindy said, inspecting their work. "There we go. Now you’re back to being our little pink doll all nicely wrapped up."
Olivia glared daggers at Mindy, fury blazing in her eyes.
— "You’re going to regret this, Mindy, I promise you," she growled.
One of the thieves entered the room, proudly holding a familiar object: Olivia’s white socks.
— "Look what I found, Mindy," she said with a sly grin.
Mindy burst out laughing, clapping her hands.
— "Oh, they’re back! So, inspector, did you miss them?"
Olivia felt her face flush. She tried to stay calm, but her anger erupted:
— "Mindy, no! Not that again! Listen to me, you can tie me up all you want, but not this, please!"
Mindy crouched next to her, holding the socks in her hand.
— "Oh, come on, Olivia. You didn’t really think I’d skip my favorite part, did you?"
Olivia shook her head frantically, trying to roll to her side to avoid the socks.
— "No! I… MMMMPPHHH!"
Mindy gently but firmly stuffed the socks into Olivia’s mouth, reducing her protests to muffled groans.
— "There. Much better," she said with a satisfied smile, pulling out a strip of duct tape.
She pressed the tape over Olivia’s lips, smoothing it carefully.
— "And there we go, inspector. Perfect as always. Maybe even a little too perfect, don’t you think?"
Olivia, her cheeks burning, let out a long, furious muffled groan.
— "MMPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Mindy, laughing hysterically, leaned down and kissed Olivia’s cheek.
— "You’re so adorable like this. You should seriously consider staying in this position more often."
She stood up and gave a light tap on Olivia’s bare feet, still bound behind her.
— "Alright, ladies, let’s get back to business while our dear doll reflects on her situation."
Reduced to helplessness, Olivia thrashed in frustration, her muffled groans echoing through the room. She fumed inwardly, swearing to make Mindy and her accomplices pay for every second of this humiliation. But for now, it was back to square one.
Mindy, her sly smile unwavering, took out her phone and crouched near Olivia. The inspector, still hogtied with her own socks in her mouth, let out a furious groan when she saw the phone.
— "Oh, come on, don’t make that face, Olivia!" Mindy said, laughing. "You know, memories are important."
— "MMPHHHH!" Olivia growled, tugging at her bonds in a desperate attempt to break free.
One of the thieves approached and placed a hand on Olivia’s head, stroking it like a doll’s.
— "Smile for the camera, pink doll!"
They took several selfies, some pretending to bite into imaginary socks, others posing triumphantly as if Olivia were their trophy. Another thief filmed a video, zooming in on Olivia’s bound and bare feet before panning up to her flushed, frustrated face.
— "Well, inspector," Mindy said, addressing the camera. "Who would’ve thought you’d be so photogenic? You should really consider posing more often in this… minimalist look."
Olivia shook her head frantically, trying to block out the flashes and the taunts flying from all directions.
— "Do you think she could make the cover of a magazine?" one of the girls asked, laughing.
— "‘The Helpless Inspector: Fashion Meets Crime’!" another quipped, doubling over with laughter.
Satisfied with their little photoshoot, Mindy put away her phone.
— "Alright, that was fun, but it’s time to focus. We’ve got a plan to finish."
The thieves gathered in a corner of the room, speaking in hushed tones about their next steps. Olivia, still bound on the floor, could only catch fragments of their conversation.
— "The storm is working in our favor. No helicopters, no lights… We leave at 1 a.m. sharp."
— "And if the cops move in before that?"
— "They won’t. Not while we have her," Mindy replied, gesturing toward Olivia with a nod.
The thieves began gathering their equipment, checking their bags and counting the stolen items. Meanwhile, Olivia continued to pull at her bonds. Her wrists ached, and each attempt seemed to tighten the knots further.
— "MMPHHH…!" she thought, frustrated. I can’t stay like this. I need to find a way…
She tried to bring her fingers closer to the rope, but the tension of the hogtie made any movement nearly impossible. Her muscles were already exhausted, and she felt increasingly powerless.
— "Still wriggling, huh?" Mindy said, turning toward her. "It’s cute, but you should really save your strength. Who knows how long you’ll be like this?"
The other thieves burst into laughter, one of them adding:
— "Maybe she’s getting used to her new favorite position!"
Olivia groaned in anger, her eyes shooting daggers at Mindy.
Outside, the intervention team was analyzing the situation from their forward post. The heavy rain and flashes of lightning made any attempt to enter risky.
— "We can’t afford to wait much longer," said the commander.
— "But with this storm, the power is unstable. We could lose communication the moment we step inside."
— "No choice. If they don’t surrender by 1 a.m., we move in."
One of the agents checked his watch.
— "We’ve got 30 minutes. Let’s hope the inspector holds out until we can get to her."
Everyone knew the operation would be delicate. They needed to find a way to enter discreetly, neutralize the thieves without endangering Olivia, and overcome the storm’s interference.
Meanwhile, Olivia, though humiliated and furious, was trying to calm herself and think of a way to escape. She knew her colleagues wouldn’t stay idle, but every passing minute felt like an eternity.
I’ll get my revenge, Mindy, she thought, clenching her fists despite her bindings. When all this is over, you’ll regret every second of the nightmare you’ve put me through.
She cast a determined look toward the thieves, who were still discussing their escape plan. Olivia knew that sooner or later, the opportunity to regain control would come. And this time, she wouldn’t let it slip away.
Mindy, satisfied that everything was ready, approached Olivia, who was still lying on the floor in her tight hogtie. The poor inspector, barefoot and gagged with her own socks, could only groan in frustration.
— "You know, Olivia, I have to say you’ve been an exemplary hostage," Mindy said in a mocking tone. "Honestly, I couldn’t have dreamed of better. A high-ranking inspector, tightly bound, barefoot… and, above all, silent."
Olivia let out an angry "MMMPHHH," thrashing once more, but the rope connecting her wrists to her ankles prevented any significant movement.
— "Oh, come on, don’t be so dramatic!" Mindy continued with a smile. "You know, none of this is personal. Just a little well-planned operation. And you… well, you just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time."
Mindy crouched next to her, carefully adjusting a strand of hair that had fallen across Olivia’s face.
— "Let me tell you a little secret, my dear pink doll. There’s an underground passage, completely unknown to everyone, that will lead us directly outside. Funny thing is, even your precious colleagues don’t know it exists."
Olivia tried to protest, her eyes blazing.
— "Oh, don’t look at me like that," Mindy said, laughing. "I hope you won’t hold it against me… despite the situation… and your socks."
Mindy gave Olivia one last mocking glance before standing up.
— "Alright, time to make sure you stay put while we disappear. Ladies, add an extra rope. Make sure she can’t even dream of moving, no matter how much she squirms."
The thieves approached Olivia, who struggled with all her might, but there were four of them, and they had the upper hand. One of them grabbed a rope and tied it around Olivia’s already-bound ankles. She then secured the rope to a nearby concrete pillar, completely immobilizing her feet.
Another did the same with her wrists, tying them to a separate pillar, making any attempt at movement even more impossible. Olivia groaned louder, trying to fight against the bindings, but it was futile.
— "There," Mindy said, leaning toward her. "Now, even if you manage to get out of your hogtie—which would be a miracle—you won’t be going anywhere."
Olivia, furious, let out a long "MMMPHHHHH," her cheeks red with frustration.
— "Oh, don’t be like that, inspector. You should be honored to be part of such a brilliant plan."
Mindy activated her phone and called the negotiation team.
— "Good evening, gentlemen. I hope you’re enjoying your night despite the storm. Listen, here’s what I propose: a helicopter in two hours, or… well, I’m sure you wouldn’t like what might happen to your dear inspector."
As she spoke, Mindy filmed Olivia, who continued to struggle uselessly. The camera captured her bound, bare feet, her flushed face, and her muffled groans.
— "MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH."
— "See? She looks perfectly fine," Mindy said with a laugh. "But it would be a shame to ruin all this, wouldn’t it?"
She ended the call and turned back to Olivia.
— "Of course, all of this is just a ruse. But you, my dear, will stay here, properly tied up, while we quietly vanish."
— "MPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH."
Mindy snapped one last photo of Olivia before standing up.
— "Goodbye, inspector. I hope you enjoy your night here. Think of me every time you try to free yourself."
She motioned to her partners, and the thieves left the room, leaving Olivia alone, bound and furious.
Now alone, Olivia pulled with all her strength against her bindings, but the ropes were tightly secured. Her muffled groans echoed through the empty room, a mix of frustration and rage.
I’ll get them, she thought, her eyes burning with determination. They won’t get away with this.
She knew time was against her, but Olivia wasn’t one to give up, even in a situation as desperate as this.
Olivia had spent what felt like an eternity trying to free herself. Her bare feet pointed toward the ceiling, each movement causing the ropes binding her to creak. She tugged at her wrists, pushed with her ankles, but nothing worked—the hogtie was too tight, and the ropes tethering her to the museum’s pillars made any movement impossible. She was immobilized like never before, still haunted by the imagined sound of Mindy’s mocking laughter.
Despite everything, Olivia refused to surrender. With unwavering determination, she tried to attract her colleagues’ attention. She let out muffled cries through her gag, shouting "MPHHHHHHHHHHH" with all her might, hoping someone outside would hear. But the improvised gag—her own socks, tightly secured with duct tape—muffled every sound. She was trapped, alone with her frustration.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she heard movement outside. The intervention forces were finally taking action. The museum's main door was broken down with a loud crash, and a group of heavily armed officers entered in formation. Olivia, still immobile on the floor, turned her head in their direction. She let out a loud groan, a "MPHHHHHHHHHHHH" of relief, convinced her suffering was about to end.
But to her great surprise, the officers came to an abrupt stop. The team, clearly on high alert, scanned the area cautiously. The team leader signaled his men not to approach.
— "Careful, we don’t know if it’s a trap," he said. "They might have left explosives or surveillance devices."
Olivia widened her eyes. A trap?! She tried to communicate, shaking her head vigorously and letting out furious groans:
— "MPHHHHHHHH! MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
She squirmed as much as she could, making the ropes around her wrists and ankles creak. The officers observed her, some visibly unsettled by the state she was in—barefoot, in a pink jogging suit, tied up like prey. But none of them moved.
— "She’s trying to tell us something, Chief," murmured one officer.
— "Yes, but until we’re sure… we wait for the bomb squad."
Olivia felt her anger boiling over. They’re waiting?! She tried to yell at them, but all that came out were increasingly frustrated "MPHHHHHHHHH" sounds. Her movements became more frantic, but the ropes held her mercilessly. She tried wiggling her feet, turning to her side, but it was all in vain. She could only writhe slightly, her hands and ankles firmly restrained.
— "I don’t think she likes the idea of waiting, Chief," joked another officer.
— "You think?" the Chief replied dryly, watching Olivia continue to squirm. "But until the bomb squad arrives, no one touches anything."
Olivia screamed another "MPHHHHHHHHHH," her cheeks turning crimson. She was beside herself with rage. She was trying to make them understand there was no trap, that Mindy and her accomplices had simply fled. But her efforts were futile. The gag muffled every word, reducing them to incomprehensible sounds.
She paused, breathing heavily through her nose. Then, gathering her strength, she tried once more to get her message across. She banged her heels against the floor and frantically shook her head. But nothing—the officers remained motionless, waiting for any sign of danger.
Finally, after what felt like yet another eternity, a familiar face entered the room: Marc, her colleague and partner, arrived on the scene. He took in the situation, raising an eyebrow at Olivia’s condition.
— "Well, Olivia…" he said, struggling to suppress a grin. "Nice outfit. I see you’re in a… compromising position."
The furious "MPHHHHHHHHH!" she let out in response drew laughter from a few officers. Marc approached and knelt beside her.
— "Hold on, let me help you," he said. "Let’s start with that gag."
Carefully, he peeled off the duct tape, and Olivia spat out her socks with force, taking a deep breath.
— "Damn it, Marc! What the hell took you so long?! Those lunatics have been gone forever!"
Marc glanced at the socks on the floor, an amused expression on his face.
— "Wait… is that what I think it is? Were those… your socks?"
— "Don’t start!" Olivia growled, her face flushed with anger. "Just untie me, now!"
Marc shrugged and began undoing the tight knots, first freeing her from the hogtie, then her wrists, and finally her ankles. Once free, Olivia sat up with a sigh of relief, massaging her sore wrists.
— "Listen, Olivia, there’s something I need to tell you," Marc said in a more serious tone. "That girl, Mindy… she’s not just any ordinary thief."
— "Oh really? And what exactly should I know?" Olivia asked, her voice still laced with anger.
— "She’s the most wanted thief in the entire state. She’s not just a teenager with a gang of amateurs. She’s extremely skilled and has outsmarted more than one inspector in her time. If she got you, it’s not because you did anything wrong. It’s because she’s really that good."
Olivia suddenly felt something in the pocket of her tracksuit. Pulling it out, she discovered a small folded piece of paper. As she read it, a wave of rage washed over her.
"I hope you enjoyed your little experience today. See you soon for more adventures, my little pink doll. I’m sure you already miss your socks. — Mindy"
Olivia clenched her fists, her expression hardening as she reread the words.
— "She’s going to pay for this. I swear, Marc, I’m going to find her and make her regret every second of this humiliation."
Marc placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.
— "We’ll get her, Olivia. Together."
Olivia nodded, her resolve firm. This time, she wouldn’t underestimate Mindy. The next encounter would be different, and she would do whatever it took to capture the woman who dared to ridicule her so brazenly.
