It's late in the afternoon. Winter appear to be in full swing and you're hoping to get out and enjoy the last bit of nice weather before it drops to consistently below 0. Taking long walks before dark is one of your favorite activities, it's so calm, so peaceful . One last walk tonight, one last time to enjoy the cool calming air before the wind itself starts to burn your face. You take in the calm quiet life, the sounds of the trees rustling around you.

In between the beauty, in between the quiet, you continue to get this..uneasy feeling. As if someone has been staring at you this entire time. You search, trying to be inconspicuous but you still can not seem to shake this feeling. You know no one is around, your car was the only one in the parking lot when you reached the trail. You see no one when you panic and just assume that it's getting late so of course you would be nervous. It's natural to be fearful when it gets dark.

Then it hits you. Before you have a moment to react, the pressure on your shoulders. Two large hands, grasping you tightly, enough that your body can't move out of the pure fear from the strength in this grip. Just as your fight or flight reflex kicks in, you realize you're moving... downwards? You're being forced to the ground, it's too late to stop it. The ground is hard and cold. The hands have moved from your shoulders? When did they maneuver to your wrists? You're pinned here, the weight of this person is on you, you want to scream but it takes everything in you to draw air into your lungs. One hand is still holding your wrists when the other finally covers your mouth. He tells you to stay quiet. The quiet peaceful air is shredded by the sound of tearing fabric. You're exposed. Tears feel as if they are turning to ice in an instant on your face.

You hear the sounds of a camera snapping away. The flash illuminates you, showcasing the silhouette of this man atop you. When he is finished he keeps you pinned. Demanding that you tell him where your phone is. He takes it, demands the passcode and after a few moments tells you to stay just as you until he is gone or you will regret it.

It felt as if you were laying there for hours before you got the courage to get back up. Nothing feels real. It's as if you are floating, an existence outside of yourself. You stumble around to collect your things. As you find your phone tossed just up in front of you, you need to call for help. That's when you see it. The pictures. They have all been sent back to you alongside screenshots of your friends and family's numbers.

You were left with one simple warning "Come back here or everyone will see you for what you are, tell anyone and the world will know". Everything's clear. You clean yourself up. You walk back to your car and.. give in. You text back "Date and time?" and await the reply. You know that there is nothing else that you can do.

Looking for a CNC partner in the Peterborough area. Do not waste time if not actually in the area / willing to travel or interested in meeting. Scene will be scripted ahead of time, safe words are a must, Include your hard limits and physical description / experience in CNC play in first message.

First message should also include "Give in" so i know you read the whole thing or I am just going to ignore,