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On a walk through the local woodlands I stumble across an old disused railway bridge and decide to go for a closer look. As I pass under the bridge, admiring the old brickworks a bag goes over my head. The next thing I know I’ve been stripped naked of my clothes and cuffed to a screw eye embedded in the brickwork above my head. My capture walks away, pulling out a camera as he leaves. He turns the corner and I’m left in silence. His footsteps begin to crunch in the leaves as his camera comes into my periphery. He was filming me. ?I struggle hopelessly against my restraints and he creeps aro...
On a walk through the local woodlands I stumble across an old disused railway bridge and decide to go for a closer look. As I pass under the bridge, admiring the old brickworks a bag goes over my head. The next thing I know I’ve been stripped naked of my clothes and cuffed to a screw eye embedded in the brickwork above my head. My capture walks away, pulling out a camera as he leaves. He turns the corner and I’m left in silence. His footsteps begin to crunch in the leaves as his camera comes into my periphery. He was filming me. ?I struggle hopelessly against my restraints and he creeps aro...
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