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"How could you do this to me!" cried Sandra. "You...."

"What?" interrupted Reagan. "Made copies of the documents in your purse?"

Sandra froze for a moment. "You...did...what?"

"I not only made copies, I took photos."

"Um....you...what do you know about those?"

"Just what I overheard yesterday."

"Yesterday, what time is it?"

Reagan showed Sandra the time on her phone.

"Oh my god!"

"Yes, and when you were passed out, I used her finger to unlock your phone and took photos of you. I then changed your pin to '696969.'" Reagan took out Sandra's phone and typed in the numbers. She showed Sandrat the photos of her passed out.

Sandra struggled against her bonds, but could not free herself.

"Should I send these to some people on your contacts?"

"Nooo!"

"OK, I won't, but I did send some to my phone. Smile!" She quickly snapped another photo of Sandra. "Now calm down, or these photos go out to everyone on your contacts."

Sandra just sat there glumly.

"Good, girl," laughed Reagan as she dropped Sandra's phone in her purse, crossed her arms, and laughed.

"Can I at least pee?" asked a cowed Sandra.

"Sure, but your purse stays here, and no funny business."

Sandra went to the bathroom. She tried to think of a way out of this but could not.

When she came back, she saw the shreds of her clothes in the chair she was just in. "My clothes! Do you know how much they...." but she stopped as she saw the smug look on Reagan's face, and she knew bragging about how expensive her clothes were would only make things worse. "What do you want from me?"

"Nothing much. A thousand dollars a week until I'm satisfied."

"Fine."

"Good. Your blazer is still in good shape." Reagan pointed to the blazer on a coat rack.

Sandra walked over and put her blazer on. She turned and was hit in the chest by her purse. She managed to catch it before it fell.

"I have some shoes for you. I hate them. They were a gift. I know you'll hate them too." Reagan pointed to a pair of black ankle boots."

Sandra screwed up her face, but she put the boots on. They were a size too small, and since she was not wearing socks, they really pinched.

"Go to the back door."

Sandra walked to the back door followed by Reagan.

"Open it," ordred Reagan.

Sandra obeyed then Reagan shoved her out into the alley.

Sandra turned and saw the door shut and heard it lock.

Sanda crouched behind a dumpster in the dank alley as the morning sun came up

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