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“I don’t know, this doesn’t seem like a good idea.” Hena pulled the robe again, but no matter how many times she did, her cleavage seemed to have a mind of its own and would push forward.
“It’s not a good idea, but it’s the only one we have.” Disha muttered from the driver’s seat, her own robe pulled tight around her fit body.
Hena sighed and looked out the passenger side window at Sean’s house, the place where their last few photo shoots had occurred.
Alanis had told them she had worked out a deal with Sean to use his yard for their cosplay shoots, but something never seemed right about it.
Every time they did a shoot in the yard, Sean was never far.
Not only could Hena feel his eyes on her the entire time, but she noticed the way he looked at Alanis too.
Disha had brought it up, but Alanis had been very dismissive, claiming he was harmless.
Even Hena had said as much, he was just a bored suburban guy who liked seeing half naked girls running around his yard.
But still, she felt her skin crawl every time they went over there, and a few times had noticed that he had a visible erection in his pants while watching them.
As the time passed, Alanis seemed to grow more and more distant as well. She called them less, went out less, and all around seemed like a ghost.
Then she stopped calling all together.
At first they thought she must be busy between her regular job and her boyfriend’s new job. Both Hena and Disha knew that Alanis would be moving, but they figured there would be a goodbye, a going away party, or something… Instead there was radio silence. It seemed to upset Disha the most.
“After all we’ve been through, she just ghosts us!” She shouted once while pacing the room.
“Maybe it’s too hard, you know?”
“So she wants to push us away!” Disha practically turned red.
It seemed to become an obsession to Disha, who started checking Alanis’s socials.
Alanis was still active on social media but…
it was strange. She was posting more provocative pictures, and many of them involved her bound and gagged.
In quite a few of the images, she was clad in a red, white, and blue thong bikini.
Her usual posts about fitness or motivation had all but disappeared in favor of content of her in bondage, and her followers seemed to bed eating it.
In fact, her social media following had doubled.
“Well, I guess since she’s internet famous she doesn’t need us anymore!” Disha fumed, and Hena suspected that it had a little to do with the fact that Alanis now had twice as many followers as the Indian girl.
Hena encouraged her roommate to talk to Alanis, to reach out, but Disha continually ignored her attempts.
“Look, she’ll be moving soon, do you want to leave it like this?” Hena pleaded once, which seemed to sink in finally.
Disha texted Alanis first, no reply. Then she reached out to Alanis on her socials.
Also no reply. Finally, she had enough, and said they were going to her house, that she at least had to speak her mind to Alanis before she moved.
Even if they didn’t bury the hatchet, Disha at least had to get her feelings off her chest.
To their surprise, when they arrived at Alanis’s house and rang the doorbell, Todd answered. He looked distraught, haggard, like he hadn’t been sleeping. Then Disha asked if she could speak to Alanis, and he looked like he might breakdown.
“Wouldn’t I like to as well.” He answered.
The house was filled with boxes, packed for moving, but he hadn’t relocated yet. He told them that he had been stalling his company for months now, but were running out of patience and would only hold the position for so long.
Alanis had gone missing.
Both Disha and Hena exchanged a confused look when he told them that.
“What do you mean?” Disha asked.
“Missing, like she disappeared, vanished into thin air.” Todd croaked.
He had held a party a few months prior for his promotion, and that was the last time anyone had seen Alanis.
She had gone upstairs to change into a swimsuit, and then had never come back down.
It appeared as if she had changed her clothes, and some random articles of clothing were missing from her dresser as well as the blanket from the bed, but that was it.
No one had seen her leave the house, and by all accounts it seemed as if she had vanished into thin air.
“Wait, but we’ve seen her…” Hena spoke hesitantly.
“What?” Todd spoke up.
Hena and Disha exchanged a look, and then Disha took out her phone and showed him Alanis’s social media pages and that she was still posting.
His face grew as red as a beet as he scrolled through. It looked as if he was going to smash the phone before he finally handed it back to Disha.
“Get out.” He grumbled.
“But, we know she’s out there, if she’s posting--” Disha began.
“Get out!” He rose, the veins in his forehead looked like they were ready to burst out.
Hena and Disha made a hasty exit, both of them feeling even worse about the situation after speaking to Todd.
Disha went to the police after that, showing them Alanis’s socials and the bondage photos. The portly detective that they spoke to looked up from his half eaten sandwich with droopy eyes and grumbled.
“It’s cut and dry, she ran out on him.” He said before taking another bite.“Overbearing boyfriend, girlfriend wants bare it all online, she can’t take it anymore so she up and leaves him. Plain and simple.” He shrugged.
“But, Alanis wouldn’t do this, she wouldn’t do photos like this, she wouldn’t just run out on him!” Disha cried.
“Do you know how many times I hear that? Yet it happens all the time. You’d be surprised how many people never really know who their friends or significant others really are.”
Disha continued to press the subject, but the Detective was clearly done with the issue. All he did was undress both girls with his eyes as they talked. Eventually, the fit Indian girl got enough and stormed out, Hena hot on her heels.
“I mean, maybe it was what he said and Alanis left Todd!” Hena tried pleading with her roommate.
“And went where? She had nowhere to go.” Disha responded.
“I don’t know, a friend’s or maybe she got a little apartment or something,” Hena tried to rationalize. “Maybe we should just listen to him and drop it.”.
But Disha did the exact opposite of dropping it, and her obsession only became worse. One day, Disha asked Hena to meet at a coffee shop, claiming she had a breakthrough on “the case” as she called it.
“Look, look at this!” She showed her phone to Hena.
“Put that away, we’re in public!” Hena hissed and covered Disha’s phone with her hand.
“No, look!” Disha shoved the phone in her face again.
Hena looked around nervously, terrified that someone would see the racy photo Disha was showing on her phone.
The image in question was of Alanis, wearing black panties, a garter, and black bra, tied to a pole in what looked like a basement.
Ropes pressed against her body, holding her to the pole, and rope was pulled through her mouth and tied around the pole, gagging her.
“So what, it’s more of what she’s been posting.” Hena shrugged.
“Do you recognize where she is?” Disha pressed.
Hena shrugged.
“It’s that guy’s basement, Sean!” Disha was practically jumping out of her skin.
Disha looked around again, and then took the phone, looking at the surroundings in the photo.
“That could be any basement.” Hena replied.
She didn’t remember much of Sean’s basement. They would get changed in it and walk through to use the bathroom but the whole house seemed pretty unremarkable to her.
“That’s it! I’m telling you!” Disha cried, acting like she had cracked the case.
They went back to the police station that night and met with the same detective as before. It must have been the end of his shift because he was putting on his jacket to leave.
“The case is closed, we aren’t looking into it anymore.” He turned away from the image and began making his way towards the door.
“But look! It’s that house!” Disha followed, Hena hot on her heels.
“You said it yourself, you guys had a deal with him to shoot at his place. Maybe him and Alanis kept that arrangement up.” The Detective kept moving.
“So you aren’t even going to look into it?” Disha cried.
“Look,” The Detective sighed. “You’re friend ran out on her boyfriend, that’s all there is to it. Do you know how many women go missing in this town? A lot, most of them without a trace.
Do you want us wasting valuable time and resources that could be used for actual kidnapping cases on what is obviously just a chick who decided that she wanted a change of scenery?”
Hena looked at Disha and if her muscular roommate could have crushed the man’s head like a watermelon between her thighs she would have. She recognized the blue hot anger welling up inside of the other girl.
“Come on Hena, I think the detective has wasted enough of our time.” Disha grabbed Hena by the wrist and led her out of the police station.
After that, Sean and Alanis became all Disha had talked about. She did research on the man, and discovered that his ex-wife was a former reporter who was now a wanted fugitive and was missing, presumed dead.
“So?” Hena shrugged.
“So,” Disha explained. “His wife gets in trouble for trying to kidnap several police women, then goes missing herself? There’s something fishy here!”
Finally, after weeks of convincing, Disha had worn Hena down, and the buxom Asian finally agreed to go along with Disha’s hair brained scheme to break into Sean’s house and look for Alanis.
Now here they were, sitting outside his house in robes, watching for any sign of him.
Halloween was right around the corner, and every house was decorated for the holiday.
It looked like Sean had decorated sparsely, with some orange string lights on his porch, and a sheet clad dummy with a jack o’ lantern head sitting on his porch swing.
Both women exchanged a look, with Hena hoping that her face was expertly communicating that she didn’t want to do this.