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The Shipping Yard Sleuth (3 of 8)
🕑 Added 2022-02-19 15:01:01 +0000 UTC"I'm just going to-hhhhffffmmmpppphhhh!"
Your intended snarky remark is cut off as a strong hand holding something soft clamps over your mouth. Your eyes widen in surprise even as your reflexes kick in. Another hand cups your firm breast, as if afraid it might sag.
"Got you, gurlie," a man's raspy voice is in your ear.
"Hrrmmppphh!" you scream into the rag, furious that this oaf snuck up on you. Your open mouth closes, biting into the soft fabric and a sweet, so sweet it is sick, odor fills your nostrils and deadens your tongue.
Your impossibly wide eyes grow wider. Chloroform!
Your next thought, You're a Carter, damnit!
But the man holds you steady, keeping the rag firmly against your mouth and now the bastard is trying to cover your nose!
"Hhhhllllmmmmmpppphhh!" You try to step on his foot, but the flexible fabric of your stylishly flat shoe only makes him laugh. The one time you need heels…
