Breathing heavily, her hands moved behind her back, finding the ring attached to the belt. In less than a minute, unless she stopped herself, she woul... be at the mercy of luck. Holding her breath she held her hands in place, and fed the loop of the padlock over the two rings connected to her cuffs.The snap as the lock closed, rang like thunder in her ears. Now she had no choices. It was find the key, or remain like this until someone came looking for her, but that would be four weeks. "There was a blissful moment when we seemed to be the only two people in the gallery. I turned and found her with a flush on her face. Her lips had lowered into a subtly playful half-smile. "Are we still talking about art?" she asked quietly.I knew this was a moment – one of those terrifying moments when things go completely, dreadfully wrong. Or, on rare occasions, really well. I looked down into her eyes and let go of my nervousness, my awkwardness, my careful social distance. I let her see. A metal hook ensnared her nostrils and tied at the end was a piece rope that was pulled over her head and tied to the back of the chair. Her head was now yanked fully back and a spider gag forced her mouth open. She was scared out of her mind about what this monster was going to do to her.The man set up cameras on both sides of Zendaya and one in front of her. A few minutes later three men in black ski masks joined their buddy. The one stood behind the star and gave the signal to start filming.. Cynthia had waited patiently for Cindy to get through with the lotion. When she had put on as much as she could get on herself, Cindy came over and asked me to do her back. I smiled at Cynthia as I began to rub the sunblock onto Cindy. I rubbed the lotion in good and Cindy gave me a peck on the lips after I had finished.I started to toss the lotion to Cynthia but before I could do that she came over and asked me if I would put lotion on her as well. I began applying the lotion as Cynthia was.