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You snatch me off the beach? (?/m)
You snatch me off the beach? (?/m)
I’m a 16 year old male who went to the beach with some friends. How would you kidnap me? Lure me away from the group? I’m wearing a swimsuit and a t-shirt.
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Sounds like a very nice invitation for a kidnapping with no ransom demands, I will have to think about this.



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I'd approach you and say I lost something on the beach and need help searching for it. I'd convince you to come along with me and once we're out of eyesight from your friends I'd make my move, covering your mouth and pulling you away. Once we were in a safe spot I'd gag you with a thick cloth in your mouth and some clear tape over your lips. I'd work fast, binding you wrists with zip ties and leading you away to my car.
We'd go through the bushes and move up to where the open trunk awaited you. Once you were in I'd quickly drive away until I could pull over to a quiet side road where I'd bind you a little better. Rope around your wrists and ankles, keeping you in a tight hogtie, tape up your mouth more and blindfold you with a thick black cloth.
After the drive you'd be taken to an unknown location where you'd be photographed tied to a chair and a ransom note would be sent off.
We'd go through the bushes and move up to where the open trunk awaited you. Once you were in I'd quickly drive away until I could pull over to a quiet side road where I'd bind you a little better. Rope around your wrists and ankles, keeping you in a tight hogtie, tape up your mouth more and blindfold you with a thick black cloth.
After the drive you'd be taken to an unknown location where you'd be photographed tied to a chair and a ransom note would be sent off.
As you return to your spot after a swim, you're shocked. All your things are gone! Clothes, wallet, cell phone - everything!
I immediately go over to you, expressing dismay at your loss and offering to help you search. Since the beach is quite large, I recommend you split up. Wearing swimwear and barefoot, you separate and begin the search.
I, however, stay with you, as I supposedly know the beach like the back of my hand. I make sure to move the search area further and further away from the crowds, toward a secluded bush.
When I reach the bush, I claim to have spotted something and ask you to take a closer look. But as soon as you're behind the bush, I shove you from behind.
You fall on your stomach. I use the moment of shock to cover your mouth with one hand and hold a knife to your throat with the other. "Not a sound and hands behind your back!"
You obey and watch in shock as I tear a T-shirt—no, not ONE T-shirt, YOUR missing T-shirt—into strips. I use one strip to tie your hands tightly behind your back, the second strip to tie your bare feet together, and the third to secure your socks—which were also missing until just a moment ago—in your mouth.
But not only do your clothes reappear as if by magic, but also your cell phone. Since it's not locked, I dial the number of one of your friends who's with you at the beach from the address book and whisper in your ear: "Now tell your friend down there that they can call off the search. You've found your things, but you're too worried about them to go home right away. But don't make a mistake if you value your life!"
Feedback appreciated. Could be continued if desired.
I immediately go over to you, expressing dismay at your loss and offering to help you search. Since the beach is quite large, I recommend you split up. Wearing swimwear and barefoot, you separate and begin the search.
I, however, stay with you, as I supposedly know the beach like the back of my hand. I make sure to move the search area further and further away from the crowds, toward a secluded bush.
When I reach the bush, I claim to have spotted something and ask you to take a closer look. But as soon as you're behind the bush, I shove you from behind.
You fall on your stomach. I use the moment of shock to cover your mouth with one hand and hold a knife to your throat with the other. "Not a sound and hands behind your back!"
You obey and watch in shock as I tear a T-shirt—no, not ONE T-shirt, YOUR missing T-shirt—into strips. I use one strip to tie your hands tightly behind your back, the second strip to tie your bare feet together, and the third to secure your socks—which were also missing until just a moment ago—in your mouth.
But not only do your clothes reappear as if by magic, but also your cell phone. Since it's not locked, I dial the number of one of your friends who's with you at the beach from the address book and whisper in your ear: "Now tell your friend down there that they can call off the search. You've found your things, but you're too worried about them to go home right away. But don't make a mistake if you value your life!"
Feedback appreciated. Could be continued if desired.
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@johopp please continue I need to know who stole his clothes and telephone and left them behind the only bush on the beach!!!!!!
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you’re really putting me through everythingGaggableBoy wrote: 2 weeks ago I'd approach you and say I lost something on the beach and need help searching for it. I'd convince you to come along with me and once we're out of eyesight from your friends I'd make my move, covering your mouth and pulling you away. Once we were in a safe spot I'd gag you with a thick cloth in your mouth and some clear tape over your lips. I'd work fast, binding you wrists with zip ties and leading you away to my car.
We'd go through the bushes and move up to where the open trunk awaited you. Once you were in I'd quickly drive away until I could pull over to a quiet side road where I'd bind you a little better. Rope around your wrists and ankles, keeping you in a tight hogtie, tape up your mouth more and blindfold you with a thick black cloth.
After the drive you'd be taken to an unknown location where you'd be photographed tied to a chair and a ransom note would be sent off.
this is so good! i need to know what happens next.johopp wrote: 2 weeks ago As you return to your spot after a swim, you're shocked. All your things are gone! Clothes, wallet, cell phone - everything!
I immediately go over to you, expressing dismay at your loss and offering to help you search. Since the beach is quite large, I recommend you split up. Wearing swimwear and barefoot, you separate and begin the search.
I, however, stay with you, as I supposedly know the beach like the back of my hand. I make sure to move the search area further and further away from the crowds, toward a secluded bush.
When I reach the bush, I claim to have spotted something and ask you to take a closer look. But as soon as you're behind the bush, I shove you from behind.
You fall on your stomach. I use the moment of shock to cover your mouth with one hand and hold a knife to your throat with the other. "Not a sound and hands behind your back!"
You obey and watch in shock as I tear a T-shirt—no, not ONE T-shirt, YOUR missing T-shirt—into strips. I use one strip to tie your hands tightly behind your back, the second strip to tie your bare feet together, and the third to secure your socks—which were also missing until just a moment ago—in your mouth.
But not only do your clothes reappear as if by magic, but also your cell phone. Since it's not locked, I dial the number of one of your friends who's with you at the beach from the address book and whisper in your ear: "Now tell your friend down there that they can call off the search. You've found your things, but you're too worried about them to go home right away. But don't make a mistake if you value your life!"
Feedback appreciated. Could be continued if desired.