nearby railing

(chapter originally by Phantom Pen at writing.com)

The guard at first reached for Mackenzie's other wrist, likely to cuff her arms together. Before he could, however, a crackle of static erupted from his radio, prompting him to hold the device to his ear and listen intently.

"Hm? Uh, understood. I'll be there ASAP." the guard said, turning his gaze back to Mackenzie as he set his radio back on his belt. "Sorry about this, but I've got an urgent emergency to take care of. I'll be right back for you, so just try not to get into any more trouble."

"Wh-wh-what do you mean you'll be back? What are you-?!" Mackenzie began to frantically ask, cut off as she saw the guard snap the empty cuff to a nearby railing, locking it and Mackenzie in place.

Before Mackenzie could chew out the guard for this newest bad idea, he ran off for whatever apparent emergency demanded his immediate attention. Now without the guard to escort her, Mackenzie was well and truly trapped. One arm was handcuffed to a railing, effectively rendering it useless and leaving Mackenzie with just one arm to try and shield her naked body from the prying eyes of what seemed like an endless crowd of people.

"How could this get any worse?" Mackenzie grumbled to herself, crossing her legs to try and hide her pink treasure while her free arm crossed over her sizable bust.

As it turned out, there were plenty of ways things could get worse for the poor redhead. As if the universe wanted to prove this point, Mackenzie could do nothing as-