The trap is set

Carly showed the video and the message to Nelly. "What is Amber up to?" she wondered out loud. Neither of the girls knew at that time Jess was also involved in it, and was an active participant. She sat there deep in thought. "Since it's only Amber and her gang, maybe we can take them on? I can't think of anything else."

"I hate to say it, but neither can I," mused Carly. "The only way we're going to find her is to go out that back door, and be escorted to where she is. We have to try and save her."

An old Emilie Autumn song started playing in the background. They sat and listened, taking in the words:

"How do I save you from a fate so sweet

As being torn to pieces by a loving hand?

How do I save you from a voice so soft

As that which acquiesces to your each demand?

How do I look upon the eyes I love

And send them down this path? I know it isn't right

How do I make you realize, my love

That there is more to fear than strangers in the night?

How do I save you?

How do I set you free?

Behind the curtain waits a darker world

If I can't make you leave

How can I save you from me?"

Nelly pounded her fist on the table. "That's enough! Let's go save our friend!"

The two girls got up from the booth, and ran toward the back door with only one thing on their minds. Save their friend no matter what the cost. as they exited, they were stopped by a group of four girls. Carly recognized them as Amber's followers. "Where is she?" she spat at their feet.

"Relax," said the one that was known as Taryn. "We're here to take you to her. We're your escorts. Don't cause us any trouble, or you won't see her at all." She turned to two of the other girls. "Blindfold them!"

Both girls were blindfolded, and then led to whatever fate awaited them.

(Disclaimer: Always give credit where credit is due. The above lyrics are from an Emilie Autumn song called "Save You." The author thought he should clarify that. On the lighter side, no table tops or blindfolds were harmed during the writing of this chapter. I don't know why that's so important to the author.

"Hey disclaimer guy!" called out an irate Amber. "Can we fuck this girl yet, or not?"

It's not up to me. Ask the author.

"I've been itching to stick this in her all night, and now you're telling me I have to wait more? I'm renting this strap-on by the day, you know."

Well, what can I say, Amber? You should have bought your own.

"But the author is supposed to provide props for us! We're not supposed to provide our own! What kind of penny ante operation is this?"

Remember Amber, the author can always write you out of the story. Now, can I get back to the disclaimer?

"Please do, by all means. I'll just stand here stroking my strap-on!"

Thank you Amber. Where was I? Oh yes. Any similarities to events either real or fictional is purely coincidental. Stay tuned, you don't want to miss our next exciting chapter. Until then, happy reading!)