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"Have a seat" I told her as I closed and locked the door. I unlocked her cuffs and passed her the chair. I saw her look at the gun in my holster.

"This one is real, the last one, I have put away, so any other shots now are going to hurt badly" I warned her as she sat down. "What i want you to do is kick off those lethal looking shoes and toss them aside". She bent down and took her shoes off as instructed, all the time looking at me.

"You look far too warm in that get-up..... I think you should take off your jeans, and then sit down again" She stood up and looked at the closed door.

"Now suppose you do manage to get through that door before I shoot you. After that, you have to make it down the corridor and then out into the street. I have a colleague that will be waiting for you with open arms", I explained "He is a lot more muscular than me and would like to work on you with some pliers and a craft knife. I would really not suggest that if you wish to retain your looks and continue breathing." She turned back towards me and unbuttoned her jeans and began to lower them.

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As a rule of thumb, the best way to humiliate a female subject is to make them undress against their will. I could see that this tactic was having a great effect on my prisoner. She sat back down, without me commanding it and tossed her jeans aside.

"Now the top" I commanded. For the first time, she looked genuinely afraid.

"I won't do it, you can't make me" she replied in a pleading voice. Obviously, she was more humiliated than I had expected, or was she genuinely afraid? I could not quite fathom it out. Then, all of a sudden, it all clicked how they had got her here.

"I take it you know who you are dealing with, don't you ?" I asked her. That seemed to be enough for her and she peeled her top off to reveal her breasts. I could not help but think to myself "who comes to a burglary in high heels and no bra?" I decided to keep that question to myself for now, as I threw her a long length of chain.This was intended to show her how helpless she really was, that she was going to be forced to chain herself and seal her own fate, which I am sure she imagined was death.

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Under my instruction, she chained herself very tightly to the chair. She followed my instructions to the letter, wrapping the chains tightly around her bare breasts. When she had secured herself, I came forward and opened the shackles for her to place her hands into. Although she baulked at first, she must have reasoned that her situation was now hopeless and meekly allowed me to clamp her wrists together.

"I do so love a captive audience", I told her as I settled down into my chair, facing her directly.

"Now, you are a little thief.... problem is, what are we going to do with you?" I asked her rhetorically. She looked at the holstered gun again and suddenly began to thrash around helplessly and aimlessly. Unfortunately, for her, she had made too good a job of securing herself and just ended up ineffectually tiring herself out.

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I waited her out as she pulled and yanked at her bonds. I decided that now was the time to end this.

"Will you please pack it in?" I commanded. "We need to talk and all you are doing right now is giving me a headache and hurting yourself" Her manic struggles subsided. She just looked at me, biting her bottom lip nervously.

"Thank you", I said as she sat still. "Now when I asked you do you know who your dealing with, you seemed to know. I want to know who you think I am" I told her

"Well, er........" she began to stutter

"Tell me.... now !" I cut in fiercely. She recoiled in her chair and i could see the tears welling up in her eyes.

"You are from the drug syndicate, the suppliers" I had to smirk at her reply. She looked at me uncertainly "Aren't you?" I shook my head slowly. How wrong could someone be? How easily mislead she was.

"No, I am not, and you are in a whole lot of luck. I am from the Special Law and Government department, and you have been seriously duped, my friend. You have been sent straight into an ambush we set up 3 months ago to see what we could flush out. All we have managed to flush out is you" I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and I pulled it out. On here was her record of multiple, high level entries. She was good.... just what i was looking for, in fact.

"You are good, and you are also good, if you get my meaning. Now my department is also called the office of second chances. Everyone in there has some skeleton or other to hide" She smiled embarassed. "I am in the position to offer you some work doing some actual good, making a difference. I want you, and it is not just because of your gorgeous body" I said with a smile on my face. At first she looked horrified, but then realized I was joking.

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"I want you because we need someone to get in places that we can't get in. You have the skills and a good heart, and everyone deserves a second chance"

"I'm listeneing" she replied, looking at me intently.

"Come work for me, the pay's crap, but you will have a great boss, and I won't put out the surveilance photos of this little chat" I told her, looking over at the camera. She looked so embarrased as she realized how she must have looked.

"You better not, Sir" she replied, smiling. "I won't let you down"

"I know, and for the record I shut the camera off before we got into this. Bosch, my back up, was not impressed" I let her know "Welcome to the team of second chancers and will you answer me one question ?"

"Sure she replied"

"Well, who wears high heels and no bra to a break in?"

"The kind that people who work for a place called SLAG would go for" I cringed as I got up to unchain her. She had seen that far too quickly for my liking. We were going to work well together.