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It had been a perfectly normal day for Jennifer Lawrence. She had been doing a photo shoot and was leaving the building, expecting the usual flashes and shouting of the paparazzi. And indeed, as she had left the back door of the building, there had been a small crowd awaiting her, perhaps seven people or so. But this crowd was not one she expected...they didn't say a word, and didn't make any effort to gain her attention or comment. She walked down the stairs, smiling nonetheless, and began greeting them, but she barely managed to speak a single word before the crowd rushed her. Two people seized her hands, another two dove around her legs and held her ankles down. Another got behind her and steadied her from falling over and another quickly shoved her hand over Jennifer's mouth, hand gagging her and stifling the cry of shock that almost escaped her lips. She looked for her security but they were suddenly gone, she had no idea when she had lost them or where they'd went. The crowd moved efficiently; a man holding one of her hands snapped a cuff around her wrist, then passed the other end of the handcuffs to the woman holding her other hand, who then snapped it around her other wrist. The pair holding her legs did the same, with one snapping a cuff on her ankle before passing it to the other person, who then snapped it around the other. Everyone made sure the cuffs locked as tightly as possible, but not so tight as to hurt her. Jennifer struggled and tried to kick and scream all the while, but she was no match for this well-coordinated mob of kidnappers.

They then moved on to their final phase, with a man pulling out a roll of tape and preparing three strips, while another person shoved a soft sponge-like ball in her mouth. It was a strange substance; they had compressed the ball between their fingers as they'd shoved it in her mouth, but once they had placed it inside and released their grip, the spongeball had seemingly expanded and filled her mouth and cheeks. She tried even harder to scream for help now, but was met with even less success; the ball prevented any intelligible sound to escape, and filled her mouth so well that even her fullest, most desperate cries were reduced to feeble warbling sounds. Hands held her face steady and pushed up on her jaw, forcing her to stay still and close her lips as the man with the tape quickly and smoothly pressed each of his strips over her soft lips. She was quickly being made completely helpless.

Finally the kidnappers seemed satisfied. They stood still, only holding Jennifer as she pulled against the cuffs on her hands and ankles, and they all kept their eyes on an opening in the back alley. From the opening a limo pulled through, and a woman emerged from within it. She wore a beautiful black dress, with black roses spiraling across it in a wild pattern. Her hair was tightly pulled up in a bun behind her head, and she strode forward confidently in a pair of tall, white high heels. Jennifer "mmphed" indignantly, able to recognize that this woman was not a rescuer, but rather the one who was orchestrating her entire abduction.

"Hello Jennifer. We've been eagerly awaiting this moment." the woman in black said. Jennifer moaned into her gag, trying to announce a question.

"No no, don't bother dear. We're quite good at what we do, and what we do is plan, execute and profit from the kidnappings of exquisite female specimens such as yourself. My team here are experts in the art of restraint and silence; you can huff and puff and try all you like, but you won't be making much more noise than a little mouse."

Jennifer only seemed further enraged by this, and began turning her head and looking towards the other end of the alley, where she hoped a bystander or pedestrian may stroll by. She screamed, and moaned, and begged and hummed through her gag, hoping against hope someone would notice...but she knew after a matter of moments it was useless. Not a single sound she had made would have been loud enough to even be heard halfway down the alley. She turned back to face the woman in the black dress, huffing and breathing deeply, having exhausted herself with the futile cries for help. The woman only smirked, her face a picture of smug satisfaction.

"I told you so, sweetie. But tell you what, you seem to actually be a little feistier than our usual...guests, so I'll take an extra measure just to really convince you that escape is impossible." The woman reached into her handbag, and pulled out a simple red marker. Jennifer eyed her with further confusion. The woman approached her, and reached up to her gag to write on it. Jennifer pulled away, but once again the hands of the crowd around her reached up and held her head still. She was still out of breath from screaming, so she could do little to resist as the woman casually held a finger out and cupped her chin with one hand, and wrote something on her gag with the other. The captors released her and she tried to mumble another question through the gag.

"Curious, sweetie? The woman held up her compact mirror and Jennifer was able to read that the woman had written the word "HELP" on her lips, in big capital letters.

"Now if you do manage to get even the slightest notice of a bystander or potential rescuer, you won't need to communicate your distress or say even a word. They will know your plight from even the quickest glance..." The woman took another step closer, and raised her hands to Jennifer's face. She pulled away slightly, but didn't break eye contact.

"...But you will not get that chance. We have you, Jennifer. You're ours. And soon, you will be grateful to us for this, but until then...feel free to struggle and try to escape all you want. You don't even have the smallest, faintest glimmer of hope to do so." Jennifer's eyes began to go wide, the first sign of fear and submission rather than hostility and resistance. The woman smiled at this, apparently having been waiting for this reaction. She turned around, returned to her limo, and sat down inside. She looked over to Jennifer and said, "Now will you come without a fuss? Or would you like to amuse me some more with another pitiable demonstration of your helplessness?"

Jennifer turned around. The crowd had backed away a little, a few had even begun to leave and disperse, acting as if nothing at all had happened. If she had a chance to escape, it was now. But she remembered the words of the woman in black, the look of certainty in her eyes when she had told Jennifer it was hopeless. Even if she tried to run, her ankles were still chained. Her hands were cuffed behind her back, unable to fight back if the remaining members of the crowd tried to seize her again. Her mouth was thoroughly stuffed and sealed, leaving her unable to call for help. She turned and looked down at the chains running from between her ankles. She moaned, defeated, into her gag, and simply began to walk to the limo. It took her a minute to do so, with her legs still cuffed. But eventually she made it, sat down inside with the woman in black, and dropped back against the seat, giving her a look of defeat and acceptance.

The woman in black smiled. She stroked Jennifer's long, elegantly curling brown hair and said "Excellent choice, sweetie. Now, let me tell you a little about what's going to happen next..."

The last remaining member of the crowd shut the door, and the limo began smoothly pulling away.

Description
It had been a perfectly normal day for Jennifer Lawrence. She had been doing a photo shoot and was leaving the building, expecting the usual flashes and shouting of the paparazzi. And indeed, as she had left the back door of the building, there had been a small crowd awaiting her, perhaps seven people or so. But this crowd was not one she expected...they didn't say a word, and didn't make any effort to gain her attention or comment. She walked down the stairs, smiling nonetheless, and began greeting them, but she barely managed to speak a single word before the crowd rushed her. Two people seized her hands, another two dove around her legs and held her ankles down. Another got behind her and steadied her from falling over and another quickly shoved her hand over Jennifer's mouth, hand gagging her and stifling the cry of shock that almost escaped her lips. She looked for her security but they were suddenly gone, she had no idea when she had lost them or where they'd went. The crowd moved efficiently; a man holding one of her hands snapped a cuff around her wrist, then passed the other end of the handcuffs to the woman holding her other hand, who then snapped it around her other wrist. The pair holding her legs did the same, with one snapping a cuff on her ankle before passing it to the other person, who then snapped it around the other. Everyone made sure the cuffs locked as tightly as possible, but not so tight as to hurt her. Jennifer struggled and tried to kick and scream all the while, but she was no match for this well-coordinated mob of kidnappers.

They then moved on to their final phase, with a man pulling out a roll of tape and preparing three strips, while another person shoved a soft sponge-like ball in her mouth. It was a strange substance; they had compressed the ball between their fingers as they'd shoved it in her mouth, but once they had placed it inside and released their grip, the spongeball had seemingly expanded and filled her mouth and cheeks. She tried even harder to scream for help now, but was met with even less success; the ball prevented any intelligible sound to escape, and filled her mouth so well that even her fullest, most desperate cries were reduced to feeble warbling sounds. Hands held her face steady and pushed up on her jaw, forcing her to stay still and close her lips as the man with the tape quickly and smoothly pressed each of his strips over her soft lips. She was quickly being made completely helpless.

Finally the kidnappers seemed satisfied. They stood still, only holding Jennifer as she pulled against the cuffs on her hands and ankles, and they all kept their eyes on an opening in the back alley. From the opening a limo pulled through, and a woman emerged from within it. She wore a beautiful black dress, with black roses spiraling across it in a wild pattern. Her hair was tightly pulled up in a bun behind her head, and she strode forward confidently in a pair of tall, white high heels. Jennifer "mmphed" indignantly, able to recognize that this woman was not a rescuer, but rather the one who was orchestrating her entire abduction.

"Hello Jennifer. We've been eagerly awaiting this moment." the woman in black said. Jennifer moaned into her gag, trying to announce a question.

"No no, don't bother dear. We're quite good at what we do, and what we do is plan, execute and profit from the kidnappings of exquisite female specimens such as yourself. My team here are experts in the art of restraint and silence; you can huff and puff and try all you like, but you won't be making much more noise than a little mouse."

Jennifer only seemed further enraged by this, and began turning her head and looking towards the other end of the alley, where she hoped a bystander or pedestrian may stroll by. She screamed, and moaned, and begged and hummed through her gag, hoping against hope someone would notice...but she knew after a matter of moments it was useless. Not a single sound she had made would have been loud enough to even be heard halfway down the alley. She turned back to face the woman in the black dress, huffing and breathing deeply, having exhausted herself with the futile cries for help. The woman only smirked, her face a picture of smug satisfaction.

"I told you so, sweetie. But tell you what, you seem to actually be a little feistier than our usual...guests, so I'll take an extra measure just to really convince you that escape is impossible." The woman reached into her handbag, and pulled out a simple red marker. Jennifer eyed her with further confusion. The woman approached her, and reached up to her gag to write on it. Jennifer pulled away, but once again the hands of the crowd around her reached up and held her head still. She was still out of breath from screaming, so she could do little to resist as the woman casually held a finger out and cupped her chin with one hand, and wrote something on her gag with the other. The captors released her and she tried to mumble another question through the gag.

"Curious, sweetie? The woman held up her compact mirror and Jennifer was able to read that the woman had written the word "HELP" on her lips, in big capital letters.

"Now if you do manage to get even the slightest notice of a bystander or potential rescuer, you won't need to communicate your distress or say even a word. They will know your plight from even the quickest glance..." The woman took another step closer, and raised her hands to Jennifer's face. She pulled away slightly, but didn't break eye contact.

"...But you will not get that chance. We have you, Jennifer. You're ours. And soon, you will be grateful to us for this, but until then...feel free to struggle and try to escape all you want. You don't even have the smallest, faintest glimmer of hope to do so." Jennifer's eyes began to go wide, the first sign of fear and submission rather than hostility and resistance. The woman smiled at this, apparently having been waiting for this reaction. She turned around, returned to her limo, and sat down inside. She looked over to Jennifer and said, "Now will you come without a fuss? Or would you like to amuse me some more with another pitiable demonstration of your helplessness?"

Jennifer turned around. The crowd had backed away a little, a few had even begun to leave and disperse, acting as if nothing at all had happened. If she had a chance to escape, it was now. But she remembered the words of the woman in black, the look of certainty in her eyes when she had told Jennifer it was hopeless. Even if she tried to run, her ankles were still chained. Her hands were cuffed behind her back, unable to fight back if the remaining members of the crowd tried to seize her again. Her mouth was thoroughly stuffed and sealed, leaving her unable to call for help. She turned and looked down at the chains running from between her ankles. She moaned, defeated, into her gag, and simply began to walk to the limo. It took her a minute to do so, with her legs still cuffed. But eventually she made it, sat down inside with the woman in black, and dropped back against the seat, giving her a look of defeat and acceptance.

The woman in black smiled. She stroked Jennifer's long, elegantly curling brown hair and said "Excellent choice, sweetie. Now, let me tell you a little about what's going to happen next..."

The last remaining member of the crowd shut the door, and the limo began smoothly pulling away.