“If I may open on a personal note, senator, can I tell you how inspiring it is to see someone like you in politics? A woman who doesn’t waste time trying to downplay her femininity, someone who’s just here to get the job done.” Cammy Caballero had rehearsed this line before the interview, after all she wanted to make an impression and set herself apart. She was the last in a long line of journalists who were granted time with the new senator that afternoon, though as the only female reporter there she felt that she might be able to get something unique out of it. It was important to Cammy, the senator had been making waves in the city and if she could get a good story it might distinguish her at the Uptown Tribune, but her motivations weren’t totally self serving, she really did admire the senator.

Only three months earlier Olivia Calderone had been an unimportant waitress in her late twenties with a law degree that she wasn’t using, but through a grassroots movement she managed to displace the longtime incumbent of her district, a man three decades her senior, who figured he was running essentially uncontested. She certainly didn’t look like your average politician, with her tanned skin, black hair, bright red lipstick and a tight blue dress that hugged her curves and accentuated her large bust. Some might even say she looked a lot like Cammy.

“Thank you so much! That really means a lot, but I think I should admit that you’ve been just as inspiring to me. The work you did exposing all the wrongdoing at Cunningham University was incredible, did you know that was my alma mater? And your story on The Revenant really shook me to my core. You’re braver than any of us politicians.” Olivia said, with apparent sincerity, leaning forward and putting a hand on Cammy’s. Cammy tried to hide her discomfort at hearing that name, in her story she had called him what he was: ‘The Capital City Rapist’, but the ghoulish name he was given by network news is the one that stuck.

“I don’t know what to say… That’s high praise coming from you.” Cammy replied, needing to collect herself a little. Having an admirer in such a high up position couldn’t be a bad thing, but she had to wonder whether Olivia was just being a good politician. Regardless, she did give Cammy more time than she gave the others and she was sure she’d get a good story out of her line of questions. Eventually one of Olivia’s aides tapped her watch not so subtly, and they started wrapping up the interview, standing and shaking hands.

“You’ve really got an ear to the ground in this city. Why don’t you take my personal number, and you can let me know if there’s anything I can do for you.” Olivia said, speaking too quickly for Cammy to question it. A moment later a folded piece of paper was pressed into her hand.

“Wow… That’s very generous, I really think that-” Cammy began, but she was interrupted by an alarm that suddenly sounded in the building, before a voice came over the PA system.

Attention everyone, we are calling a lockdown of the entire building. Please close all doors and stay clear of windows. Remain where you are until further notice. Thankyou.

An air of trepidation came over the room, there were only five people left at this point, Cammy and the senator included. Olivia broke the tension by smiling and clapping her hands together.

“Alright, it seems our friends protesting out front aren’t happy. Let’s close those doors and I’m sure we’ll be out in no time.” She said confidently, waving at an aide to shut them in. They were in one of the junior offices of the building, nestled in a far corner in the back of the compound. Cammy had noticed the protestors on her way in, a group who strongly opposed Olivia’s campaign and whose hatred was at least partly motivated by the fact that she was a woman.

They had chosen the day of the swearing in of the next wave of senators to stage their protest, but the ceremony had long since ended now and Cammy was a little concerned that enough of them were still hanging around to cause such a fuss. As the minutes ticked by without another announcement the mood turned more and more tense, with no one saying much to each other. Finally, the PA system crackled on again but not with the message they had hoped for.

Attention, the building has been breached. Please stay cautious and remain in lockdown. The situation will be back under control shortly.

The voice sounded a little strained, almost rushed, and it sparked a wave of panicked chatter in the small room. Eventually everyone turned to Olivia, who was now finding it hard to disguise the fear on her face. After all, the protestors were mainly there to protest against her.

“Everyone get into the bathrooms. I’m sure we’ll be fine, but we should hide just in case.” She said seriously, turning the lights off in the office before ushering everyone into the nearby ladies room.

***

Cammy kneeled on the toilet seat, clutching her knees and trying to breathe as quietly as she could. She could hear her heart beating in the otherwise silent room, knowing that Senator Calderone was in the stall right next to her trying just as hard to stay silent. She closed her eyes as she heard the bathroom door opening and a male voice bark out an order.

“Check the stalls, she’s here somewhere.” The man announced, before footsteps rapidly paced through the room. BANG! One of the stall doors was kicked open, the lock breaking and falling to the floor. This was followed by a quickly muffled scream and the sound of struggling, though it came from the other side, where one of the aides was hiding.

Cammy braced herself, and sure enough her own door broke and flew open at the same time as the one next to her, leaving her face to face with a man in all black tactical gear, a bandana and sunglasses covering his face, a black cap over his head. He was holding a large rifle and aiming it right at her. She froze, not making a sound, while the man stared at her.

“I’ve got her!” The man in front of her yelled, in unison with another man who was facing the stall next door. There was a moment of confusion that took Cammy a second to process before she realised. They didn’t know who the senator was! It made sense after all, the two women looked so alike and Olivia’s career had only just begun. The senator screamed and was silenced just as quickly as the staffer, but as Cammy kept her mouth shut the man in front of her didn’t seem to know what to do.

“But which one’s Olivia?”

“Just grab them both and let’s go!” One of the others yelled, moving in on Olivia. Cammy’s assailant didn’t need to be told twice, he quickly stepped forward and she didn’t bother resisting with the weapon in her face. Soon her arms and legs were tightly bound with tough rope and a piece of duct tape sealed her lips shut. Both women were marched out of the bathroom by the armed men, all similarly dressed with their identities masked, there were six in total. They carried the girls out in pairs, holding them up from either end like rolled up carpets, passing by the staffers who were sitting tied up in the corner. She watched helplessly as they were taken back through the senator’s office, the other two gathering up computer hard drives and stacks of documents.

Surely they couldn’t just leave the building unopposed, Cammy insisted to herself, the police must have been there already and it was only a matter of time before they’d be rescued. However, waiting for them out in the hallway was a cleaning cart with a huge bag mounted in the centre, and before Cammy realised where she was going, she was thrown in, tumbling to the bottom and yelling through the tape. The senator was thrown on top of her a moment later, and both girls wriggled around in the bag, their bodies pressed against each other as they both utterly failed to find any grip or orient themselves. A giant pile of towels was thrown on top of them and suddenly they were plunged into darkness and completely hidden from above. The two women felt the cart start to move quickly, and they knew they were being whisked out of the building.

As they heard other voices they tried to scream through their gags and alert someone they were there, but there was no way anyone could hear them amidst all the yelling. Pretty soon they knew they were outside, and it sounded like there was almost a full scale riot happening. Based on the noise, it seemed like the situation was totally out of control and no one was going to notice a cleaning cart being rolled through. Sure enough, a few minutes later when they had cleared the area, the bag they were in was lifted up and dumped into the backseat of a car. The two women were sprawled over the backseat, struggling against their bindings and yelling into the tape but it didn’t last long as they were both stuck in their thighs with syringes. Moments later they were out cold, and just like that these thugs had managed to capture a senator, and a reporter to boot.

***

Cammy suddenly awoke with a start. She was in a dark room that gave no hints at her location, but she felt like she had been out for a while. She was tied down in a wooden chair, but not sitting in it, at least not in the usual way. Her back was flat against the seat, with her arms running down the back legs, bound in three places, her head sticking out the gap in the backrest. Her legs were pressed up against her body, her knees and ankles bound tightly with rope, the ankle tie fastened securely to the top of the backrest, leaving her legs pointed straight up. To top it off she had been completely stripped save for her red satin panties, which barely covered her privates in the humiliating position.

With her head hanging back the whole room was upside down, but to her relief she could see Senator Calderone, alive if not exactly well… The senator was tied down to her own wooden chair, but instead of lying on it she was standing behind it, bent forwards over the backrest. Her ankles were bound to the back legs of the chair at the bottom, and her arms ran through the gap in the backrest to hug her own legs, her wrists bound tightly behind her knees.

Her head was awkwardly resting on the seat, leaning on one cheek as she looked around furiously, probably having just woken up too. Olivia was still wearing her blue dress but it was hiked up near to her ass now, revealing most of her long legs, still standing in her black heels. The two women made eye contact and screamed into the duct tape, struggling hard enough to rock the chairs from side to side but still somewhat weakened from whatever the thugs used to knock them out.

“Well look who’s awake, the whore senator and her sexy twin. I didn’t realise we’d be getting a two for one today!” A male voice announced, stepping between the girls. It was one of the men that captured them, wearing a hockey mask to hide his face, black tactical gear still adorning his imposing figure. It seemed the gang had since figured out who was who. Both women stared at him and cried out into their gags, but their words weren’t even close to being decipherable. The man laughed and stepped over to Olivia, suddenly ripping the duct tape off her lips and making her yelp.

“Whatever you people want with me, it’s between us. Let the reporter go.” The senator demanded, her tone strong and adamant but somewhat diminished by the appearance of her face pressed against the chair and her ass sticking out behind her.

“You do what we tell you to do and she’ll be just fine. You refuse to cooperate and she gets hurt, got it?” The man answered, eliciting a grim look from Olivia.

“You idiots… I’m a junior senator without a dollar to my name, what do you think I can do for you? I haven’t even gotten my first paycheck yet.” She growled, punctuating her words with a renewed struggle against the chair.

“You can start with your passwords, all of them. And make it quick.” He barked back. Cammy had a brief flashback to the thugs grabbing every hard drive they could get their hands on back in the office. The senator tried to shake her head with the limited movement that was available.

“Once again, what do you think that’ll get you? They haven’t given me the government secrets ye-” She started, but she was cut off by a loud crack that rang out through the empty space.

“AAAAAMMMMMPPPHHHH!” Cammy shrieked as loud as she could into the gag. While she was focused on the senator someone had snuck up behind her from the dark, she couldn’t see them on the other side of the chair and with her own body in the way, but she made out the end of a hard leather riding crop, and felt the fresh sting on her bare ass cheek. The bastard had struck her hard enough to leave a stinging sensation for the next minute.

“Stop! If you fuckers keep hurting her I’m not going to cooperate. I won’t sit here and let you do this!” Olivia yelled out. The man looked impatient and nodded towards Cammy. Again the crop came down hard, this time closer to her crotch, making her dizzy with pain as she screamed into the gag.

“The next one’s going between her legs, unless you start telling me what I want to hear.” The man snarled. Olivia narrowed her eyes, letting the tension build in the silence, a tear rolling down Cammy’s cheek as she lay there helplessly. Whatever they needed the passwords for, Cammy knew it couldn’t be good, but at the same time her body was twitching in fear of the next strike.

“Okay fine. I’ll tell you.” Olivia relented, looking nervously in Cammy’s direction. Cammy shook her head and cried out through her gag but it was no use, the senator rattled off a handful of different passwords despite her protests. A longer silence followed, before a new voice cut through the darkness from a short distance away.

“No good.” Cammy’s breath caught in her throat at the words. Had Olivia given them a fake? They must have set up the hard drives already, testing the passwords right away.

“Okay, wa-” The senator started, before she was cut off by the duct tape being slapped back over her lips.

CRACK! The crop came down again, this time hitting Cammy right on the clit through her panties, making her head spin and her stomach twist in pain, her muscles rattling against the chair and her voice almost breaking from the scream that followed. The leader suddenly grabbed Cammy’s chair by the back and dragged it over to the senator so she was right in front of her, side on, the girls able to make eye contact while Olivia could also see what was about to happen to her.

“Okay bitch, this is what happens when you screw with me.” He growled, unbuckling his pants and pulling Cammy’s panties to the side. The senator and Cammy both struggled and pleaded into their gags but it all fell onto deaf ears as he took his cock out and slapped it down against her pussy, her legs twitching against the chair in revolt. Slowly, while a tear ran down Olivia’s face, he slid his cock inside the reporter, teasing apart her tight lips and gripping her ample rear as he went.

“You know, the plan was to get one of your aides to do this, but I think this hurts you a lot more doesn’t it?” He grunted, as he took himself all the way in to the hilt, the senator wailing out helplessly.

“Forced to watch as the heroine reporter is raped because of you. I guess she’s pretty used to that now though… Aren’t you?” He laughed, directing the question at Cammy as he pounded into her body, rocking the chair as he fucked her hard. Cammy just tried to blink away the tears as she was used like a sex toy, clenching her fingers tight around the bottom of the chair legs, powerless to defend herself. She wailed into the gag and bucked her body against the restraints, the man’s gloved hands holding with ease as he slowly enjoyed her body. At some point he had been handed the riding crop and he didn’t wait to use it liberally.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! It came down on Cammy’s ass and thighs again and again, making her scream as her skin reddened. Olivia had tears pouring down her cheeks onto the seat of the chair, she shook her head hopelessly and wailed out indecipherable protests. Still, Cammy’s rapist ignored her, continuing to pound the reporter, clearly enjoying himself too much to stop. Minutes went by before he nodded and the other thug pulled the tape off the senator’s mouth.

“Okay! Okay! I’ll tell you the passwords, just stop! Please!” She cried out, watching as Cammy continued to take the thick cock deep inside her.

“I’m… Not hearing… A fucking… Password!” The man grunted out, getting close to his limit, his member twitching inside Cammy’s body as he slowed his thrusts down. The senator took a deep breath, before pathetically muttering out her one actual password between sobs. Much to her dismay, in the time it took for the password to be tested, the man had reached his climax, something Cammy suspected he was going to do whether he got the password or not.

“UHHNN- FUCK!” He groaned out loudly, pulling up on Cammy’s clit as he buried himself to the hilt and let his cock drain itself inside her.

“You bastard… You miserable piece of shit…” Olivia snarled, watching as the cum leaked out and dripped down Cammy’s ass crack, the poor girl silent in defeat.

“Okay, lights out senator.” The man said, taking a syringe from his vest and flicking out the needle. Olivia’s eyes widened in shock and she struggled hard, but there was nothing she could do to stop him walking over jabbing her round ass again, her consciousness fading shortly after. Cammy watched in horror as the senator’s body fell limp against the chair, so sick with trepidation that she almost didn’t feel another syringe going into her own rear.

***

Olivia hung from a hook in the ceiling that went through the links in a pair of handcuffs cinched tight around her wrists. She was out cold, her blue dress still hugging her curves, her feet barely touching the ground in her high heels. The duct tape had been replaced by a huge red ball gag, matching the lipstick that was still clinging on after the tape had been removed. She was in a small, brightly lit room now, it might have been a bedroom before the furniture was removed.

Cammy, completely naked and lying on the floor near the senator, had a perfect view of the scene as the leader of the thugs stood behind Olivia, slowly pulling the zip down at the back of her dress. Her arms already having been taken out, the material easily came off her shoulders, peeling away from her olive skin and falling down around her bust. Her huge tits barely lost their shape in their black bra, keeping her hourglass silhouette.

Other than the zipper, the only sound in the room was a low buzz from between Cammy’s legs. She was now completely restrained from head to toe, three leather belts binding her legs together, two more binding her wrists and elbows behind her back, and as if that wasn't enough a length of rope wrapping her boobs and neck into a harness. A huge bullet shaped vibrator sat in her pussy, whirring around, making tiny circles inside her, forcing her to moan into the duct tape that she still wore as a gag.

Another belt strapped between her legs kept it snugly inside her, wrapping around to her back and also holding a larger vibrator against her asshole, the handle nestled between her ass cheeks. She squirmed uncomfortably in the tight bondage but couldn’t take her eyes off the senator, who was still being slowly defrocked, the zipper finally reaching her ass and letting the dress fall down to her ankles. In nothing but her black bra and panties, Olivia’s body looked gorgeous, her round, toned ass almost on full display in a tiny thong.

“Fuck me, I almost feel bad ruining your career. God knows we could use a little more eye candy like this in politics.” The thug mused to himself as he gripped Olivia's ass cheeks and spread them wide, before yanking the thong down to her ankles to join the dress. Cammy squirmed again, both from the vibrations stimulating her body and from the torture of watching this happen to the senator and not being able to do a thing to stop it. Whoever this man was, his words gave himself away as the organiser of this attack, and there was something markedly personal about the way he spoke. He spun Olivia around to face the other way and pulled her ass cheeks apart again, her bare asshole on display for him and Cammy.

“Well… That's what a senator's asshole looks like, if you ever wondered.” He laughed, before reaching into his tactical vest and producing some kind of cylindrical instrument. 

“Do you know what this is?” He asked Cammy, even though she couldn't respond. It looked like a very bulky pen of some kind, with a pointed nib at one end.

“This thing uses silver nitrate ink, stains the skin for weeks no matter how hard you scrub. I wanted to use a tattoo gun at first but the logistics of that proved a little too hard. Oh well, this is the next best thing…” He explained, apparently speaking to Cammy though he may as well have been talking to himself. As he spoke he brought the nib to Olivia's ass, painting a circle around her asshole as he spread her cheeks with his other hand. The ink stained her tanned skin pitch black, and Cammy felt sick as she realised the humiliation he was going to bring on the senator.

He took his time, painting a thick arrow on the small of her back pointing down to her ass, writing ‘insert here'. He spun her back around and painted more arrows on her stomach down to her neatly shaved pussy, clearly enjoying himself. Next he grabbed her bra in the middle and pulled hard till the straps broke and her tits flopped out, discarding the garment and writing across her breasts, spelling out S-L-U-T.

Unable to control himself any longer he unbuckled his pants and pulled his cock out again, stepping up between Olivia's legs and lifting her thighs with one arm. With little effort he penetrated her with his member, her unconscious body unable to put up a fight. As he started fucking her with long, slow strokes he took the pen back to her skin. Cammy screamed into her gag as he started writing across her face, spelling out W-H on one side of her lips and R-E on the other, the ball gag spreading her lips into a perfect O.

“Look at you… Pretty thing…” The man moaned under his breath as he used her body like a fuck toy. Cammy grimaced, if what he said about the ink was true then the senator wouldn't be able to show her face in public again for the critical first weeks of her term. She realised that this might really ruin her career as he said before. Despite the horror Cammy couldn't look away as the treatment continued, the man defiling Olivia's body in more ways than one.

What was worse was that Cammy’s body seemed to be getting over the initial shock of her predicament and was starting to respond to the vibrations with pangs of pleasure. It made her feel sick but she couldn't help it, she knew nothing about the scene in front of her was appealing but somehow, part of her wanted to watch. Had she been exposed to so much of this treatment that her body had become desensitised to it? Had she been used and abused so many times that it was becoming normal now? Her mind adamantly refuted the notion but her body had other plans, the pleasure welling inside her.

Cammy's mind seemed to blur as she watched the woman she so admired being defiled in front of her, the thrusts getting faster and faster, the pleasure building between Cammy's legs. She did her best to fight the feeling off, but when the man finally blew his load inside Olivia's pussy she couldn't hold it any longer. She came hard, waves of sick pleasure coursing through her body and making her flex so tight against the belts she almost thought they might break. She couldn't hold in a loud moan through the tape, getting the man's attention and eliciting a sick smile.

“You dirty girl…” He snarled. Cammy finally cast her gaze downward, her view resting on the man's shoes from her place on the floor. She was still reeling from the orgasm and the vibrations continued to stimulate her body, but her brain started to tick. She didn't register what it was but something was bothering her, triggering her natural intuition. The man quickly turned his attention back to Olivia, marking a vertical line on the inside of her thigh with the pen.

“Just so you have a good record for when you wake up…” He said with pleasure. It was a tally mark, and Cammy knew what that meant. This was far from over. Sure enough, the man took a radio handset from his belt and spoke into it.

“Alright it's time boys. Fifteen minutes each as promised. Let's go!” He barked. Once again Cammy squirmed and yelled into the gag helplessly, but it didn't stop the door swinging open immediately and one of the other thugs rushing in, his pants half off already. He wasted no time in unhooking the senator's cuffs from the ceiling and letting her drop to the floor, spreading her legs and pounding her hard in missionary. Cammy watched her tits bounce up and down as she took the rough fucking, the assailant pulling her eyelids open to reveal her pupils rolled back and unresponsive. Whatever they gave her must have been strong, she didn't seem close to waking up.

“Hey, can I?” He asked the leader, gesturing to the pen. 

“Please.” The man answered, handing the thing over. Sickeningly, Cammy felt the feeling of pleasure welling up in her again as this new attacker drew a cock on the senator’s face and scrawled a slew of derogatory terms across her stomach, all while his hips slapped again and again against her ass. To Cammy's relief, the man pulled out and came over the senator's stomach before the vibrator got the best of her, but the relief was short lived as she watched him quickly pop a pill and flip Olivia's body over, entering her again from behind. Cammy realised that each of these thugs were going to use all of their fifteen minutes. This was going to take a while.

***

Cammy had cum four more times over the two hours it took for all the men to take their turns with the senator. She felt disgusting squirming in her bindings with the vibrators still buzzing against her crotch. If Olivia was the main course, she made for an interesting sideshow once they realised she couldn't control herself. As the last thug took his turn with the senator three of them were gathered around Cammy, watching as one rhythmically pressed the vibrator up against her clit, trying to make her cum again. She had long since given up on struggling or wailing in protest, instead she concentrated on trying not to finish, using every bit of strength she had to control herself, even though she knew it was a losing battle.

“Five minutes, then we're out of here.” The leader announced, checking his watch. Olivia screamed into her gag with unbridled fury as she sat on all fours, balanced on her spread knees and cuffed hands below her while her asshole was pounded into oblivion, gloved fingers gripping her round ass.

“Come on, can't I have another go now that she's awake?” One of the thugs gathered around Cammy protested.

“No. You got what you were promised, now shut up and get ready to move.” The leader barked.

“Wait, I can get her to cum again, I just need another minute.” The one holding the vibrator said, watching Cammy's face carefully as she stared helplessly into space, concentrating hard on her body. She knew she couldn't fight it anymore, and slowly but surely she was pushed over the edge, her legs twitching as she let out a loud moan. The men cheered as her body was rocked one more time, the waves of pleasure seeming more intense with each orgasm. Fresh tears sprung into her eyes as the vibrators were finally turned off and she was dragged to her feet. It was just in time to see the last thug finish with Olivia, grunting loudly as he buried himself deep in her ass and exploded, taking the pen and adding another tally mark to her left ass cheek.

“Okay let's move! Get them in the car now!” The leader barked as the senator was pulled to her feet, still in her high heels. She was such a mess at this point that Cammy almost found it hard to look at her. Every inch of her body, her arms, her legs, her face, her torso, had been drawn or written on, making her skin look like a wall of graffiti, only instead of tag names it was ‘slut’, ‘whore’, ‘senator big tits’, ‘cum in my ass’, ‘five dollars for a fuck’, and a dozen other variations on the same theme. Between the words were drawings of dicks, arrows pointing to her crotch, improvised tribal tattoo patterns, and whatever other random scribbles they could come up with. There was cum leaking out of both her holes and plastered over her ass, stomach, tits and face.

Perhaps worst of all were the tally marks, one set on her inner thigh and the other on her ass cheek, recording the eleven loads emptied into her pussy and the eight pumped into her asshole. When the tranquilliser had worn off earlier and she started to fight back she was quickly subdued with a harsh beating, the bruises now showing up alongside the rest of it. She tried to keep a shred of pride intact, holding her head up high, but she couldn't stop the tears rolling down her face. It didn't matter anyway, the girls were stuck with syringes again a few moments later and once again lost consciousness.

***

Cammy sat at her desk in her apartment days later, looking through a stack of photos, blown up on large gloss prints. One of the Tribune’s photographers had kindly dropped off copies of his shots from the swearing in ceremony, and of the protest and riot afterwards. It was the latter she was more interested in, studying each photo carefully, looking for something though she didn't quite know what. She had been released from the hospital after a short stay but Senator Calderone was probably still there. What the thug had said about the ink was true, it wasn't coming off anytime soon.

The two women had been found unconscious in a park and rushed to hospital, by that point the whole city was looking for them. With the hard drives and documents they stole, the kidnappers had stolen every dollar left from the Calderone campaign and leaked dozens of files showing correspondence between members of the senator's staff and key details about her agenda. It was likely to throw off any plans for her first term, if her physical state hadn't done that already. The police took statements from both of them but they didn't seem to have an idea of who was responsible. ‘Agitators’ was the only explanation they offered.

Still, Cammy pored over the photos, looking for anything that might click with whatever was buzzing around her head. This wasn't just the work of agitators, it was a personal attack against Olivia, meticulously planned and executed, with a clear objective to ruin her career. She flicked back through the photos to the swearing in ceremony, the thugs had gotten into the office so quickly, maybe they had actually entered earlier and there would be some sign of that here… It was a long shot but she looked anyway, going through pictures of each senator as they took the stage. She passed Olivia, holding her hand up beside her in the blue dress, smiling and completely oblivious to what was going to happen later that day. Unable to bear it, she moved on, about to give up with her search until…

“Oh my god…” She whispered. All of it clicked at once as she turned to a photo of Senator Rory Ryan on stage taking the vow. He was a staunch conservative and had been a vocal critic of Calderone’s campaign, but then so had many others of his ilk… It meant nothing on its own. Cammy scrambled to find her magnifying glass amidst the clutter on her desk, grabbing it and holding it against the photo, closing one eye. She took a deep breath as it finally came together, it was the shoes!

She hadn't realised why it was odd at the time, given the torment she was experiencing, but the leader of the kidnappers was wearing dress shoes. And now here they were again, the exact same brand, style and even colour. Without even realising it, Cammy’s mind had noticed the oddity of wearing dress shoes in a kidnapping and stored that image away in case it came up again later, and now it had paid off. Senator Ryan was the same height, roughly the same build, perhaps she could find some recordings and compare his voice to what she heard too…

It fell short of conclusive evidence by a long shot, it would be hard to get the police on her side, but as she stared at his face she felt it in her gut. While the implications of a career senator being capable of such a disgusting crime washed over her, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath before standing. Senator Ryan had just made the wrong kind of enemy. Somehow, someday, she would make sure he got what was coming to him.

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