She Wants to be Kidnapped

Elana paused, her fingers curled gently around the pencil, the tip of which was pressed softly into the paper of the rulebook. She realised that the moment felt heavy in a way she had not expected. She didn't expect it to work, but part of her continued to repeat the same refrain: ''But what if it does?'' She considered for a moment, for a long moment, just what she wanted to do. The rulebook waited, silent and yet somehow drawing her eye.

At last, her hand trembling only a little, she decided to give voice to one of her deeper fantasies. She licked her lips, feeling her throat growing parched, and began to write:

Old Rule: The owner of this rulebook is legally able to be kidnapped by anyone, and this is seen as totally normal by any bystanders who may witness it. When she is kidnapped in this way, the owner of the rulebook will not be seriously harmed, though may be humiliated, **** or otherwise **** to do the bidding of her captors.

Elana looked at the words for a moment, and then **** herself to breath. Her thighs clenched a little, as she considered what she had written. She shook her head quickly as she realised she had forgotten something important, quickly reached out and added:

While kidnapped, the owner of the rulebook will be able to access said rulebook at least once a day.

Elana smirked to herself, feeling the heat rising in her face. Her gut churned, nervousness and anticipation battling within her body.

Now, all she had to do was wait.