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“-and with that your 3 o’clock window has opened back up. Would you like me to pencil in Mr. Norton?”

“Make him wait. I have more than enough to keep me busy.”

Jackie Garcia followed her boss down the hallway like a loyal dog, clutching her tablet close to her chest to ensure she didn’t miss anything. Her boss just so happened to be one of the most important and, allegedly, violent executives in the corporate world-one Juliana O’Mara, the CEO of LlamTech. She watched as her employer’s flowing dress dragged behind her, further emphasizing the almost empress-like presence she carried. Was she going for the Disney villain look on purpose? Jackie thought. It’s not like the technicolor pink hair was a dead giveaway on who she was in the first place.

Stepping into her office, O’Mara took a seat at her monolithic black desk. She seemed to almost flutter down, Jackie noticed. Upon examination, the room appeared surprisingly sterile-conservative interior design was abound, with the only real embellishments being the numerous softly glowing LEDs placed beneath everything. Save the bare essentials, the room was sparsely decorated in such a way that Steve Jobs would likely have been jealous.

Her belongings clutched close to her, Jackie noticed the metal door to the office slide shut behind her-probably just a standard security precaution, she figured.

She likely hadn’t heard the locking mechanism.

“So tell me, Jackie-how long had you been with us before you took this position?” O’Mara feigned interest in some reports on her desktop while the young assistant fidgeted in front of her. “Oh, please-have a seat, sweetheart!” She gestured to the plush leather chair on the other side of her desk.

Jackie obliged, straightening her skirt as it rode up a bit-revealing her toned, tight-clad legs. O’Mara tried to hide herself biting her lip behind the monitor.

“Just three months, honestly. I was an intern before. I was offered the position after graduation.”

“Mmmmm. And what school did you come from?” The woman in charge continued.

“USC, m’am. Marshall.”

“Well, aren’t we the scholar?”

The pink haired woman could just imagine her assistant dressed as one of the school’s famous Song Girls. Oh, she would do just fine.

“Tell me, you left my 3 o’ clock open, right dear?”

“Of course, m’am. What did you need?”

Juliana O’Mara smiled as she opened the security protocol program.

“Oh, nothing, my love. Like I said, I have plenty to keep me busy.”

Unbeknownst to the new hire in the chair, she was already in the Spider’s web.

A sudden pneumatic hiss from inside the chair and a number of metal bands wrapped around Jackie before she even had the chance to realize what was happening. Her wrists, ankles, knees, torso, and chest were all securely fastened to the chair in an instant-with the arm rests themselves closing around the lithe girl in a sort of bear-hug to ensure her capture.

“W-what the fuck?! I’m sorry-what the hell is this?”

“Has anyone ever told you what a gorgeous young lady you are, Jackie?” Juliana cooed as she got up from her desk, admiring her squirming prey. “My, my-you’re going to be a fighter aren’t you?”

Jackie was in shock-as anyone would be. The imposing pink woman hovered toward her, running her almost taloned hand along the restrained girl’s body. Where the hell did all this come from?

“I’ll have plenty of time to break that out of you..” she remarked softly, cupping the assistants chin “your predecessor gave in almost immediately. I must say, I expect more from you.”

“What are you even doing?! I don’t under-mmmhhgggghhhh?! MMMFFHHHH!”

Jackie’s words were cut short by an additional, much thicker, panel that had wrapped around her head. Properly gagged and strapped in, Jackie Garcia glared out the massive office window-not realizing this would be the last time she would see the sun for a while.

“Oh, Jackie...my darling little dove..” Juliana’s long nails ran through her catch’s raven hair. “You’re going to be such a fun little plaything. At least I hope so-“ she reached for a button beneath her desk.

“For your sake.”

At the press of the button, O’Mara’s desk appeared to be moving higher into the air. Wait, Jackie realized, the desk wasn’t moving upward. She was moving downward!

Through a perfectly cut trap door, the capture apparatus carried its squealing prey down-down to the expansive facility that had claimed so many people in the same position before her. Juliana O’Mara watched with hungry anticipation as Jackie slowly disappeared into the floor, struggling violently against her restraints.

“Ohh, I’ll see you at the end of the work day, my love.”

“MHHHHFFHHH MHHHHHHH!”

“You’d better hope we’re trading at a few points up when the market closes-otherwise I’ll have some frustrations to take out later.”

Jackie’s last muffled cries were barely heard as the panel to the trap door slid back into place-leaving no evidence that anything was out of the ordinary in that spot.

With that, O’Mara sat back down at her desk. She would have the rest of the day to plan her evening with her new toy.

For now, she had her 3:30 to attend to.

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“-and with that your 3 o’clock window has opened back up. Would you like me to pencil in Mr. Norton?”

“Make him wait. I have more than enough to keep me busy.”

Jackie Garcia followed her boss down the hallway like a loyal dog, clutching her tablet close to her chest to ensure she didn’t miss anything. Her boss just so happened to be one of the most important and, allegedly, violent executives in the corporate world-one Juliana O’Mara, the CEO of LlamTech. She watched as her employer’s flowing dress dragged behind her, further emphasizing the almost empress-like presence she carried. Was she going for the Disney villain look on purpose? Jackie thought. It’s not like the technicolor pink hair was a dead giveaway on who she was in the first place.

Stepping into her office, O’Mara took a seat at her monolithic black desk. She seemed to almost flutter down, Jackie noticed. Upon examination, the room appeared surprisingly sterile-conservative interior design was abound, with the only real embellishments being the numerous softly glowing LEDs placed beneath everything. Save the bare essentials, the room was sparsely decorated in such a way that Steve Jobs would likely have been jealous.

Her belongings clutched close to her, Jackie noticed the metal door to the office slide shut behind her-probably just a standard security precaution, she figured.

She likely hadn’t heard the locking mechanism.

“So tell me, Jackie-how long had you been with us before you took this position?” O’Mara feigned interest in some reports on her desktop while the young assistant fidgeted in front of her. “Oh, please-have a seat, sweetheart!” She gestured to the plush leather chair on the other side of her desk.

Jackie obliged, straightening her skirt as it rode up a bit-revealing her toned, tight-clad legs. O’Mara tried to hide herself biting her lip behind the monitor.

“Just three months, honestly. I was an intern before. I was offered the position after graduation.”

“Mmmmm. And what school did you come from?” The woman in charge continued.

“USC, m’am. Marshall.”

“Well, aren’t we the scholar?”

The pink haired woman could just imagine her assistant dressed as one of the school’s famous Song Girls. Oh, she would do just fine.

“Tell me, you left my 3 o’ clock open, right dear?”

“Of course, m’am. What did you need?”

Juliana O’Mara smiled as she opened the security protocol program.

“Oh, nothing, my love. Like I said, I have plenty to keep me busy.”

Unbeknownst to the new hire in the chair, she was already in the Spider’s web.

A sudden pneumatic hiss from inside the chair and a number of metal bands wrapped around Jackie before she even had the chance to realize what was happening. Her wrists, ankles, knees, torso, and chest were all securely fastened to the chair in an instant-with the arm rests themselves closing around the lithe girl in a sort of bear-hug to ensure her capture.

“W-what the fuck?! I’m sorry-what the hell is this?”

“Has anyone ever told you what a gorgeous young lady you are, Jackie?” Juliana cooed as she got up from her desk, admiring her squirming prey. “My, my-you’re going to be a fighter aren’t you?”

Jackie was in shock-as anyone would be. The imposing pink woman hovered toward her, running her almost taloned hand along the restrained girl’s body. Where the hell did all this come from?

“I’ll have plenty of time to break that out of you..” she remarked softly, cupping the assistants chin “your predecessor gave in almost immediately. I must say, I expect more from you.”

“What are you even doing?! I don’t under-mmmhhgggghhhh?! MMMFFHHHH!”

Jackie’s words were cut short by an additional, much thicker, panel that had wrapped around her head. Properly gagged and strapped in, Jackie Garcia glared out the massive office window-not realizing this would be the last time she would see the sun for a while.

“Oh, Jackie...my darling little dove..” Juliana’s long nails ran through her catch’s raven hair. “You’re going to be such a fun little plaything. At least I hope so-“ she reached for a button beneath her desk.

“For your sake.”

At the press of the button, O’Mara’s desk appeared to be moving higher into the air. Wait, Jackie realized, the desk wasn’t moving upward. She was moving downward!

Through a perfectly cut trap door, the capture apparatus carried its squealing prey down-down to the expansive facility that had claimed so many people in the same position before her. Juliana O’Mara watched with hungry anticipation as Jackie slowly disappeared into the floor, struggling violently against her restraints.

“Ohh, I’ll see you at the end of the work day, my love.”

“MHHHHFFHHH MHHHHHHH!”

“You’d better hope we’re trading at a few points up when the market closes-otherwise I’ll have some frustrations to take out later.”

Jackie’s last muffled cries were barely heard as the panel to the trap door slid back into place-leaving no evidence that anything was out of the ordinary in that spot.

With that, O’Mara sat back down at her desk. She would have the rest of the day to plan her evening with her new toy.

For now, she had her 3:30 to attend to.