Mina Hess

Tandy wasn't quite sure what she expected to see in Mina's mind. Something about her father, maybe, especially if she'd been somehow redirected to Mina's fears.

Instead she was... was this the swamp? Tandy faltered-

And then heard sobbing. Tandy quickly moved forwards, curious, wincing at how rough the ground felt.

She saw Mina filming what seemed to be a documentary. There were cameras and lights set up, an autocue, a decent crew, and even a trailer with a poster emblazoned on it. The details were a little fuzzy, but Tandy got the gist.

Maybe she was in Mina's hopes after all; she was making a documentary about the swamp, likely for environmental purposes.

Then why could she hear-

And then Mina was pulled into view, two slightly impatient looking members of the crew, each holding one of her arms, bringing the struggling girl in front of the cameras. Mina was whimpering, flailing, trying to get her arms back and trying to get away from the crew members.

Oh, and she was naked, giving Tandy a clear view of her friend's tits. Even her pussy was briefly visible as she kicked her legs.

Mina shrieked as she was pulled into the camera's field of view.

"I don't know what you're complaining about, you wanted to do this documentary," one extra said. Mina sobbed.

"Maybe she needs moral support," another said.

And that was when Tandy realised two things. One, someone on the crew looked right at her, even though that normally should be impossible. And two, she was in the same boat as Mina.

Tandy's eyes widened, quickly yelping and trying to cross her arms over her body.

When a crew member started to come near, she squeaked, stumbling back; she winced as her bare feet snapped a twig.

Damn it, she couldn't run like this!