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Note: This story contains fictional peril scenarios, including threats, kidnapping, bondage, gags, etc. All characters involved are 18+. Previous Chapter - Click Here! Mr. Cassidy didn’t need to be researching long to realize that they were in a pickle. Kidnapping was a fairly serious crime, and even if he let Corey go now, Marc and Brett - and himself - could be on the hook with some pretty serious charges. That was less than ideal. With a sigh, Mr. Cassidy shut his computer off, heading back to the kitchen where Corey sat in his chair. His ropes held - his wrists crossed and bound tightly behind his back with more ropes binding his torso to the back of the chair, crossed over his Celtic Football Club shirt. His ankles were still secured firmly to the chair legs, and he had not succeeded at all in loosening his gag. The white cloth over his mouth held in both a knotted cleave gag and a wad of bandana stuffing, and maybe Mr. Cassidy hadn’t known much about gags before, but he