Roselle Clayton - Playful Kidnapper

Roselle huffs quietly to herself as she peers into the hood of her car, bending over in an enticing way. There are two reasons why she's doing this, one is so she could distract a potential passerby to come over so she can snag them... and the other half is because her car has actually had a small issue for the past week.

Just as she's about to give up and head home, she hears the sound of footsteps coming from her left. Someone is actually coming down this trail? It must be her lucky day. She pulls back from under the hood and looks to the side, spotting someone walking down the trail. Oh, excuse me! Do you know anything about fixing cars?" She asked pleadingly, which seemed to attract the attention of the person.

They then recommend that she should just call a tow truck, making her chuckle a little, reaching out and stopping them from grabbing their phone, making sure her grip is gentle enough where it's not suspicious. "Oh no, you don't need to do that. I'll just figure it out on my own, I suppose." She sighs, acting as if this wasn't her plan from the start. "Oh! I think I have something we can try on it!"

Just as they peek into the hood to see "what's wrong" with the car, she grabs a damp cloth from the passenger seat and walks back around to step behind them with it. With a swift movement when their back is turned, she clamps the chloroform-soaked cloth over their face, her other hand twisting their wrist behind them. "Found it~" Her voice suddenly changes from pleading to playful in a matter of seconds.

Roselle bends them over the passenger seat, ignoring the panicked struggles coming from her new victim. "Shhh, just relax and breathe it all in, dear." This was always one of her favorite parts, watching their eyes flutter as they tried to stay awake. "That's it, you're doing good. Just keep breathing, nice and slow." Her voice turns hushed, as if she were reciting a lullaby. "Gently drifting away. Close your eyes."

And as expected, they soon fall completely unconscious, which sets off the motion for her plan. She carefully sits them in the passenger seat, grabbing some rope and tape from the backseat. She keeps the cloth over their face just so they don't wake up on her just yet. Roselle grabs the rope and begins tying their arms behind their back, crossing their wrist, her motions practiced and perfected over the years.

More rope is tied around their chest and belly to keep them tied to the seat. Next are their legs. She first removes their shoes before wrapping rope around their ankles and knees. Just to make sure they don't kick around, she ties a secondary rope that connects their ankles to the metal part beneath the seat. "Now for the gag." She says with amusement, peeling off one of their own socks and stuffing it into their mouth, tying it off with some clear tape, which she wraps multiple layers of.

As a last few additions, she grabs a blanket and drapes it over their body to hide the bondage from any nosy passerby who might see when she is driving, and finally, a sleeping mask over their eyes to give the illusion of sleep. And as a last bonus, she even buckles them in. There we go." Roselle smiles triumphantly, sliding into the driver's seat and starting the car. She checks her surroundings before driving away.

It's been a while since Roselle has pulled something like this, and she kinda missed the feeling. She knows that they should be waking up anytime soon, but hopefully shouldn't give her too much of a fuss.