The brunette squirmed helplessly on the marble floor of the

dimly lit room. The bob of her hair hid the sweat formed on her

forehead. Her struggling hiked up the skirt of her French maid

uniform, revealing the lace top of her ruined stockings and the

rest of her garter belt. She let out a high pitched noise muffled

effectively by the ace bandage wrapped around her lower face.



The man with the thin mustache, wearing a tailored suit,

enjoyed the sight as he puffed on his cigar. He put the roll of

bandage on the table where the rest of the coil of rope used to

hogtie the brunette, rested. Upon hearing footsteps behind him,

Clark Willie, turned around to face Ursula Stanton, dressed in

her stiletto heels and a latex catsuit.



"I'm impressed, my dear. You're working fast, indeed" she said

while taking notes in a small adress book.



"You can untie poor Monique, now"



"Just five more minutes." he said with a huge grin, watching

the feisty girl struggling in her bonds.



Ursula produced a cigarette, complete with it's holder out of no

where. Clark lit her cigarette.



"You're both a gentleman and a villian with a heart, my dear Mr.

Willie" she smiled."Our first target is the daughter of Ricky

Fellon. He's the only one that can outbid my offer for that

expensive jewellery box. In fact, the reason he wants to buy it is

her daughter. So if we take her out of the picture, I'll be able to

buy that priceless piece of antique"



"What about that lovely Russian ballerina?"



"Olga Pudovkin retired a decade ago, dear, so I don't think it's

appropriate to call her a ballerina. No, she's my rival for that

mirror from the 17th century. On top of our list we have Gwen

Fellon. Now if you'll untie Monique, we can get to work. I'll be

waiting in the car"



Ursula exhaled the smoke and left the room as Clark untied

Monique's crossed ankles.



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Gwen Fellon is a twenty year old college student majoring in

journalism. With her sad blue eyes, the hairband keeping her

blonde hair tidy and her beautiful visage she is the dream girl

of every other person in her class. Gwen, dressed in her white

blouse, tight skirt, white ankle socks and black ballet flat shoes,

waits for her chauffeur in the corner just outside of the campus.

Just as she waits with her books pressed against her chest, a

young woman in a long coat approaches her.



"Excuse me. Would you like to sign the petition for a new chess

club?" Monique asks with a pen in her hand.



"Sure" Gwen smiles, not noticing the car with the tinted

windows, come to a stop right next to her.



"Where should I sign?"she asks innocently as Clark emerges

from the car with a blanket in hand. Ursula follows him with a

coil of rope.



"Right there" she points as she makes eye contact with Clark.



"I used to play chess in.?"



Without a warning, Clark throws the blanket over Gwen's head.

Her books fall on the floor. Immideately she begins struggling

and tries to kick her assailant.



"What is. ? HELP!" she screams in panic. "HELP ME! I'm

being abduMMMPFF!" Clark clamps his hand over Gwen's

mouth over the fabric encasing her upper body. Monique holds

the struggling girl as Ursula ropes up her arms and legs. Still

handgagged, Gwen is forced to get inside the car. Monique

gets in the driver's seat as Clark and Ursula get in the back with

their captive sandwiched between them. The blonde journalism

major whimpered at the top of her lungs, under the hand

covering her lips as the car disappeared within seconds.