You looked through your bag one last time, better safe than sorry. You've been planning this for months, ever since you had tracked him and learned his schedule. No sense mucking it up after coming this far...
Like clockwork, he leaves the group and starts off on his own. Sneaking after him, you soon find yourself far from anyone else, the perfect time to strike. Before he knows what's happening, your hand covers his mouth and nose with a chloroform-soaked rag. A few moments of heavy struggling from the boy before his eyes shut and he is yours!
You watch your prize's eyes flutter on the screen before they open. It takes a few more moments for them to focus and start taking in his predicament. Arms stretched high, pulling his naked torso tight to the pillar behind him. His legs outstretched in front of him, stopping at his ankles locked in a heavy set of wooden stocks, his bare feet on the other side.
He wiggles his oh-so-adorable toes, trying to see if he can do anything to even see th