The two men enter the theater and turn on the lights. The black man grabs one of the chairs and sets it in the middle of the stage. His partner then gently sits the unconscious girl in the chair and takes a deep breath. "That chloroform should knock her out for awhile. You got the duct tape?" he asks.

The black man grabs a large roll of silver duct tape from a plastic bag sitting nearby. "Yep." He walks over to where his partner and Tori are in the middle of the stage. The white man grabs the teen's arms and positions them over the back of the chair so her wrists are behind her. This causes the girl's chest to stick out more, her breasts slowly rising and falling in her slumber. The other man then takes her wrists and places them together, palms facing each other, takes the duct tape and starts encircling it around the girl's wrists and also winding it between her wrists as well, effectively binding them together. He then takes the tape and wraps it around her stomach and below her breasts, pinning her body to the chair. After that, the white man grabs Tori's tight thighs and lifts them up, allowing his partner to encircle her legs in the sticky tape. The man also binds her lower legs and ankles to finish taping her up. The men stand back and look at the damsel, her tight dancer's body and fit legs wrapped in sticky silver duct tape, her head down as she soundly sleeps. As the men admire their handiwork, the door to the theater opens. The men turn quickly to see a shorter girl with medium-length curly blonde hair enter the room wearing a tight white T-shirt covered by a shiny black leather jacket and also wearing tight black jeans.

"Well, well, well, looks like you didn't have any trouble capturing our target." The girl slowly walks into the room, brushing some strands of hair out of her face as she walks toward the men and the still unconscious Tori.

"No problem at all," the white man replied. "She didn't put up much of a fight. She completely believed we were actually janitors," he said with a laugh.

"Well, I did say she was as naïve as they come." The blonde girl walks around the beautiful damsel, admiring how she looks all wrapped up in tape. She tests the bonds that hold her, making sure nothing was wrapped too loosely. "Nice work boys. How long has it been since you knocked her out?"

The white man looks at his phone to check the time and responds, "Umm, twenty minutes? It can't be much longer than that."

As if on cue, Tori lets out a quiet moan, a sign that she is starting to wake up. She slowly lifts her head and opens her eyes, moaning some more as most people do when they first wake up in the morning. She tries to stand up but realizes that she is unable to move. "What's going on?! Why am I tied up?!" Tori starts to struggle, shaking around as much as she can trying to break the bonds. However, the tape is too tight and sticky and she is unable to free herself. She finally notices the two men standing in front of her flanking a smaller girl. "You two did this to me, didn't you?! Let me go!" she shouts as she struggles more in defiance. Her deep breathing gives a noticeable rise and fall to her breasts, which causes the blonde girl to raise an eyebrow.

"Why don't you just relax? You're not getting out of that," the blonde says with satisfaction.

Tori's eyes widen as she takes a good look at the girl and realizes who it is. "Ponnie! You set all this up? What do you want with me? And more importantly, how did you get out of jail?!"

The blonde looks confusingly at the two men. "Uhhh Ponnie? Don't you mean Bonnie, with a 'B'?"

"Fine, Dawn, whatever!" Tori says annoyed.

The blonde walks forward a few steps, "Don't you remember who I am? It's me, Sam Puckett."