as planned

The Paparazzi arrived and leaped out of their cars. They immediately starting snapping photos.

"Stop!" screamed Shailene. "Help me!"

"What are you doing?!" someone shouted.

"I'm not doing anything!" a humiliated but furious Shailene shouted. "Someone is doing this to me!"

"Why did you call us then?" someone else shouted.

"_I _didn't call you! Just fucking help me!"

A few photographers went up towards Shailene.

Thomas stopped time. He undid Shailene's bonds then hid and restarted time.

Shailene pulled her arms free.

"Why are you putting on this show!" someone shouted. To them it seemed Shailene had just been holding her arms behind the post on her own.

"I didn't...fuck it!" Shailene ran to her door, giving the paparazzi a view of her naked backside with the anal plug on display. She ran to her front door and found it locked. "FUUUUUUCK!" she screamed as she crouched and put her head into her hands.

Thomas figured she had had enough. He unlocked the door, but left it closed. He then headed on, leaving Shailene to her ignominy.

The next day, Thomas tracked down...