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  • Anthony carefully worked the collar around Annabelle's neck, clipping the specially made clasp which required a key that hung from Anthony's.With an approving smile, Anthony turned to find his wife huddled against the door frame, a troubled expression upon her pale face as she stared down at the unconscious girl, who would soon awaken into a real-life nightmare. "Go do something productive," he snapped as he passed her, making Erica jump at his harsh tone before hurrying off down the hall, as he closed the door behind him. Anthony gave little thought of Annabelle as he went about his normal routine, as if kidnapping was an everyday matter to him. Truthfully he just felt relieved that it was finally over, after months of scheming to cover every angle , it had all gone perfectly to plan making him giddy as he entered his workshop. About an mom hour later Annabelle's eyes began flickering as she started to come around, frowning from the brightness that forced her to close them. For several moments she looked around puzzled by her desolate surroundings, still very druggy from the effects of the sedative. Yet at the sudden awareness of the throbbing pain coming from her thigh, her memories came flooding back in a flash. Her confusion turn to panic as she jumped from the bed, hurrying towards the door expecting it to be locked, which caused her to pause nervously as it simply opened with a turn of the knob. For a moment a war raged within Annabelle's head, between her rational mind encouraging her to be cautious, and the blind panic side that continuously screamed for her to run. Choosing to trust her instincts Annabelle crept out into the hall, whose oak wooden panels reflected the haunted glow of the overhead light-fixtures. At one end of the hall she could see a set of stairs, with windows revealing a night sky beyond, making her wonder what exactly has been happening to her over the course of the day. As she slowly made her way towards the stairs she passed elegant looking furniture and decor lining the hall, making her feel as if she fallen into a movie scene if not for the sheer terror that fucked filled her veins with adrenaline. Annabelle frowned disconcertingly upon reaching the stairs noticing the thickness of the windowpanes, as she descended she came out at the end of a similar looking hallway. Only now she saw at the far end a wooden door with small windows running along its sides, revealing a lit up porch with a blackened sky beyond. Upon seeing a means of escape, Annabelle's panic took over, as she ran down the hallway passing several open rooms. One of which was a living room where Anthony and Erica sat patiently waiting, Anthony pushed up from the couch they shared, walking hot mom out into the hall watching housewives the terrified young girl bounding her way towards the exterior door. An eager smile crept crossed his face as Annabelle reached the foyer, with a potted plant sitting upon a small wooden table marking the center of the room. Just as Annabelle past the barely noticeable plant reaching out to grasp the door knob, she cried out in agony grasping her neck with both hands only causing more pain as her fingers touched the now charged coils. Her unresponsive body fell to the floor in a heap, the soft laughter of an amused Anthony ringing in her ears. "You can expect that every time cougar you near a door or window that is off limits," he stated in a soft tone, walking over kneeling down next to her. His rich blue eyes locking with her pain-filled gaze, "it can also happen if I press the button on my watch." He added showing her the device attached to his wrist, still laughing softly as he scooped Annabelle up into his arms, carrying her to the living room where Erica sat nervously biting her fingernails watching as her husband laid the girl upon the floor in the center of the room. It would only take a few minutes for the numbness to fade, at first Annabelle only could move her fingers, but slowly feeling returned to the rest of her body. Painfully she managed to roll to her mother side pushing up on her hands staring at the pair that had kidnapped her. “I shouldn't have, but... While Bree was packing Bobby and Summer chatted on the sofa. "Mommy could never do what you do for me sweetie. The questions continued, each of us judges taking a turn. mom “Well in any case, that was one of the hottest things I’ve ever witnessed,” I said. Yet, your man here seems to want to waste my time. Our nipples kissed. 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