The ditzy detective Sarah Wild is back and this time the delectable yet dimwitted do-gooder responds to an open invitation from a wanted criminal, who helpfully provides his full address in an email sent to the not-so-super sleuth.

The leather-clad lovely deduces that because it is so clearly a trap and that no lawbreaker in their right mind would think that any crimefighter would fall for such an obvious trap, that it actually isn't a trap after all... or something like that.

Either way, the beautiful brunette decides to investigate all the same and arrives at the address wearing her bl*ck leather biker jacket, skin-tight white polo neck sweater, skinny bl*e jeans, bl*ck leather gloves and her super sexy thigh-high bl*ck leather boots.

Shortly after arriving, the gorgeous gumshoe discovers a small box on a chair with a piece of paper attached to it. Carefully lifting the paper up, she unfolds it and sees that it's a note of some kind...

"Don't Open the Box!" reads the note. So what do you think the famously ditzy detective decides to do next?

Yes, the foolish femme fatale opens said container only to discover it is totally empty... but wait... what's that strange odour suddenly emanating from somewhere...?

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A short while later, Sarah awakens to find she is tightly chair-tied with a ton of rope now adorning her lovely figure. Several strands of white rope dig into her luscious body, squeezing her tightly. Her legs are tied together at the ankles, knees, thighs and upper thighs whilst her gloved wrists are crossed and secured behind her back with lots more rope encircling her torso, trapping her arms to her sides and enveloping her pert breasts which poke out from underneath her leather jacket.

Her muffled cries of protest are silenced by the addition of a large red bandana, that pulls painfully through her luscious lips but worse still is the device perched on a small stand only centimetres away from the helpless heroine, who peers down at it worriedly...

Struggling furiously, Sarah now faces a race against time to escape but her bonds are tied too well - the tight b*ndage is quite inescapable and the defeated detective is finding this out the hard way! Continuing to struggle, wriggle and whimper pathetically, the captured crimefighter occasionally glares down at the timer ticking away the seconds, giving her barely minutes to get free.

Is this finally the end for the great... well ok, barely adequate detective Sarah Wild or will the desperate do-gooder manage to somehow get free from her bonds?!?

That said, the device could just be a dummy you know...

After all, only a dummy would've fallen into such an obvious trap and only a dummy would've opened that box...

The whole thing could've just been a dummy run...

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