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Wait! NO! These are the thoughts that Dawn had. This is what she would have said. But there was no time. The impulsive, adventurous, naive, and invincible power of youth was far too powerful. Oh the difference a little experience makes. Emily, frustrated by her inability to make out the details of the criminal conversation decided she would get just a little closer. If she could just press her ear to the glass, she could capture an incriminating conversation. The promising juicy details would surely put these no good crooks behind bars for a long time. After all, that's what a good sleuth does. She puts herself at risk in order to solve crimes. And crimes are solved by providing proof. What Emily was still getting a grasp on in her early days was the concept of "being more careful." Nancy Drew, and even Dawn Meadows made it look easy. Emily Lockwood was in a hurry to become one of the greats.

Emily crept closer to the glass, reaching out her fingers, the tips of her painted nails touching the weathered boards of the sill. She craned her neck, turning the soft skin of her cheek toward the dusty pane. If she could just get her ear pressed against the glass, quiet as a mouse, she would be able to pick up every incriminating confession by these law breaking goons.

"Hey! Who the heck is that!?" barked the dark skinned man in surprise as he peered around his partner's shoulder outside the window.

"I said we are going to follow my plan, and... what the heck are you-?" the bearded fellow reiterated his point in heated tones before quizzically raising his eyebrow. He turned around to see what his companion interrupted him about. His raised eyebrow changed to squinted eyes as he peered out the window too. "Who... the... hell...?"

It was the apparition of a teenage girl's face with brown hair. The night was dark in the forest, but her guilty expression was clear enough. She realized too late that she had given up the invisibility of darkness when she got too close to the glass. In the soft light, she bit her bottom lip before going into an open mouthed gasp when the bad guys both barked their curiosity. Who indeed was eavesdropping on their conversation? Emily was frozen in place, the moment seemed to hang in the anguish of slow motion.

"GET HER!" howled the bearded man. The dark skinned man's face seemed to grow even more sinister as he nodded in agreement. Both men turned and fled from the view of the limited box window. Their footsteps clapped against the floorboards of the cabin. There was the muffled sound of a doorknob being rattled, followed by the louder banging sound of a rickety door being snatched open, worked to beyond the intent of its rusted hinges in the urgency. Oh my goodness! They were coming outside!!!

"They're coming after us!" Emily hissed in panicked whisper.

"We need to get out of here, Emily!" replied Dawn, looking back and forth for the best course of action. "Like NOW!" she added, feeling her own sense of panic beginning to overwhelm her. It had a way of freezing reaction time and miring important and timed decisions in a sort of molasses.

Emily had already gone in the opposite direction of the frightening bang of the cabin door, and the growing menace of a man's voice. She scurried around the cabin in the other direction, and Dawn Meadows had little choice but to follow. It seemed as good idea as any. Retreat from danger. Any good sleuth knows that. Stay out of the clutches of the villains if you know what is good for you! Emily was a quick young lady and before Dawn could even ready herself, the hem of the teenage sleuth's skirt had already disappeared around the corner with a bounce and a flap.

Dawn scurried around the corner on the far side of the cabin and Emily was nowhere in sight. Wow that girl is fast! Suddenly she heard a girlish scream, and her heart was seized with fear. Dawn pumped her legs as fast as she could manage in stocking feet. With little regard for her own safety, she barrelled around the next corner of the cabin and right into the waiting arms of the dark skinned bad guy! Her body immediately rejected the contact, muscles seizing, limbs bucking in frustration, but the goon's arms tightened around her as his strength educated her on her position in this struggle. As Dawn gave her "A" for effort, she twisted and contorted, spying Emily, and now understood the cause for the shriek. The teenage sleuth was in the horrifying grasp of the bearded villain. She fought like a wild animal, and her noncompliance got her hoisted upside down over the dreadful man's shoulder.

"Hey you creep! Put me down! How dare you! Who do you think you are!?" Emily screeched her indignity, but could not hide the foundation of fright that her frustrations were forged upon.

Dawn was helpless to rescue her younger companion. The dark skinned bad guy pulled her in closer, and with her back to him, he face buried itself in her luxurious blonde hair. He took in a deep breath and reveled at the opulent quality of her shampoo. Dawn grunted in violated agony at this monster's lecherous treatment, but her wiry limbs were no match for his grip. She felt the reinforced tips of her stocking clad toes lift off the floor boards and she immediately felt small, insignificant, and overwhelmed. Dawn was reminded of the paralyzing fear when a sleuth's snooping goes awry, and she finds herself literally in the clutches of the villain. The agency of her own body was no longer her own, and that was enough to make any girl's imagination run riot with nightmares.

The bearded man growled as he fought to maintain dominance over the bucking teen thrashing about over his shoulder. As the blood rushed to her head, her struggle became more erratic, but her efforts accomplished little more than exhausting her. Breathing was difficult, and her heart hammered so fast, she thought it might burst. The grasp of the goon's hand on her nylon covered backside horrified her, but she was in no position to defend her dignity. From her disorienting vantage point, she dizzily spotted a long coil of rope in the man's other hand. A strangled sob was all she could muster when imagining what that might be meant for.

"Bring them inside," growled the bearded man. His wicked face's companion grinned with sinister glee as he hoisted Dawn effortlessly and prepared to bring the foiled blonde reporter inside the cabin. Oh Emily, the thought to herself. What have we gotten ourselves into this time???

To be continued...

(This picture was made in Daz Studio 3.1.2.24 and post-worked in Adobe Photoshop CS2)

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Wait! NO! These are the thoughts that Dawn had. This is what she would have said. But there was no time. The impulsive, adventurous, naive, and invincible power of youth was far too powerful. Oh the difference a little experience makes. Emily, frustrated by her inability to make out the details of the criminal conversation decided she would get just a little closer. If she could just press her ear to the glass, she could capture an incriminating conversation. The promising juicy details would surely put these no good crooks behind bars for a long time. After all, that's what a good sleuth does. She puts herself at risk in order to solve crimes. And crimes are solved by providing proof. What Emily was still getting a grasp on in her early days was the concept of "being more careful." Nancy Drew, and even Dawn Meadows made it look easy. Emily Lockwood was in a hurry to become one of the greats.

Emily crept closer to the glass, reaching out her fingers, the tips of her painted nails touching the weathered boards of the sill. She craned her neck, turning the soft skin of her cheek toward the dusty pane. If she could just get her ear pressed against the glass, quiet as a mouse, she would be able to pick up every incriminating confession by these law breaking goons.

"Hey! Who the heck is that!?" barked the dark skinned man in surprise as he peered around his partner's shoulder outside the window.

"I said we are going to follow my plan, and... what the heck are you-?" the bearded fellow reiterated his point in heated tones before quizzically raising his eyebrow. He turned around to see what his companion interrupted him about. His raised eyebrow changed to squinted eyes as he peered out the window too. "Who... the... hell...?"

It was the apparition of a teenage girl's face with brown hair. The night was dark in the forest, but her guilty expression was clear enough. She realized too late that she had given up the invisibility of darkness when she got too close to the glass. In the soft light, she bit her bottom lip before going into an open mouthed gasp when the bad guys both barked their curiosity. Who indeed was eavesdropping on their conversation? Emily was frozen in place, the moment seemed to hang in the anguish of slow motion.

"GET HER!" howled the bearded man. The dark skinned man's face seemed to grow even more sinister as he nodded in agreement. Both men turned and fled from the view of the limited box window. Their footsteps clapped against the floorboards of the cabin. There was the muffled sound of a doorknob being rattled, followed by the louder banging sound of a rickety door being snatched open, worked to beyond the intent of its rusted hinges in the urgency. Oh my goodness! They were coming outside!!!

"They're coming after us!" Emily hissed in panicked whisper.

"We need to get out of here, Emily!" replied Dawn, looking back and forth for the best course of action. "Like NOW!" she added, feeling her own sense of panic beginning to overwhelm her. It had a way of freezing reaction time and miring important and timed decisions in a sort of molasses.

Emily had already gone in the opposite direction of the frightening bang of the cabin door, and the growing menace of a man's voice. She scurried around the cabin in the other direction, and Dawn Meadows had little choice but to follow. It seemed as good idea as any. Retreat from danger. Any good sleuth knows that. Stay out of the clutches of the villains if you know what is good for you! Emily was a quick young lady and before Dawn could even ready herself, the hem of the teenage sleuth's skirt had already disappeared around the corner with a bounce and a flap.

Dawn scurried around the corner on the far side of the cabin and Emily was nowhere in sight. Wow that girl is fast! Suddenly she heard a girlish scream, and her heart was seized with fear. Dawn pumped her legs as fast as she could manage in stocking feet. With little regard for her own safety, she barrelled around the next corner of the cabin and right into the waiting arms of the dark skinned bad guy! Her body immediately rejected the contact, muscles seizing, limbs bucking in frustration, but the goon's arms tightened around her as his strength educated her on her position in this struggle. As Dawn gave her "A" for effort, she twisted and contorted, spying Emily, and now understood the cause for the shriek. The teenage sleuth was in the horrifying grasp of the bearded villain. She fought like a wild animal, and her noncompliance got her hoisted upside down over the dreadful man's shoulder.

"Hey you creep! Put me down! How dare you! Who do you think you are!?" Emily screeched her indignity, but could not hide the foundation of fright that her frustrations were forged upon.

Dawn was helpless to rescue her younger companion. The dark skinned bad guy pulled her in closer, and with her back to him, he face buried itself in her luxurious blonde hair. He took in a deep breath and reveled at the opulent quality of her shampoo. Dawn grunted in violated agony at this monster's lecherous treatment, but her wiry limbs were no match for his grip. She felt the reinforced tips of her stocking clad toes lift off the floor boards and she immediately felt small, insignificant, and overwhelmed. Dawn was reminded of the paralyzing fear when a sleuth's snooping goes awry, and she finds herself literally in the clutches of the villain. The agency of her own body was no longer her own, and that was enough to make any girl's imagination run riot with nightmares.

The bearded man growled as he fought to maintain dominance over the bucking teen thrashing about over his shoulder. As the blood rushed to her head, her struggle became more erratic, but her efforts accomplished little more than exhausting her. Breathing was difficult, and her heart hammered so fast, she thought it might burst. The grasp of the goon's hand on her nylon covered backside horrified her, but she was in no position to defend her dignity. From her disorienting vantage point, she dizzily spotted a long coil of rope in the man's other hand. A strangled sob was all she could muster when imagining what that might be meant for.

"Bring them inside," growled the bearded man. His wicked face's companion grinned with sinister glee as he hoisted Dawn effortlessly and prepared to bring the foiled blonde reporter inside the cabin. Oh Emily, the thought to herself. What have we gotten ourselves into this time???

To be continued...

(This picture was made in Daz Studio 3.1.2.24 and post-worked in Adobe Photoshop CS2)