Hi Halley-LLyu, you seem to be a worthy victim so I hope you enjoy this. By way of introduction I will give you a taster of what I can come up with... if you want more you know what to do
I think you deserve a really well thought out kidnapping. I would not make a move for a long time, watching to see your habits and who I could ransom you to. One day you would be sitting meditating on your porch, in the same clothes as in the picture you provided. You would not even hear me as I sneak up behind, and you wouldn't feel the cloth over your face until it was too late.
When you wake up, you are lying on your back. You can only see upwards, and notice there are trees all around. You hear a crackling sound and feel a warm glow against your feet - that's when you realise your feet are bare. Lifting your head a couple of degrees, you see your boots and socks placed next to what appears to be a camp fire. The laces have been taken out of the boots, but you know where they are: they have been interwoven around your wrists and fingers, tied behind you. The intricate lace loops run around your waist and shoulders and it is impossible for you to tell their exact path. Still, you feel comfortable. You realise you have been placed on top of a layout of sleek, cushy sleeping bags. You look to your side and you see me. You try to speak to me, but the sound that you make is "mmmmph!" The duct tape was applied so smoothly and comfortably you hadn't even noticed it was there.
I come over, noticing you are awake. You see what I am carrying. In one hand I have a skewer, on which are a line of half-roasted marshmallows. I would offer you one but you can't take one. In my other hand you see a long rod of metal which is glowing at the end. You realise it is a red-hot poker. Panicking, you try to pull away but you can't. You're too comfortable on your sleeping bag bed, and the lace ties seem to be grounding you too. I put the poker down and comfort you. I tell you that you are in a forest in Scotland - miles away from help, and to be quiet while I cook you something to eat. "Be a good girl and you won't get hurt." I tell you. I turn my back on you, pick up the poker and go back to the camp fire. I am barbecuing something to eat, but at the same time I am watching you in a mirror I've set up. I have deliberately left your legs untied. I already know what can happen but you don't. If you lie there, the kidnapping will continue as planned, but you will be rewarded for good behaviour (sort of). If you get up and try to run, the fun will begin
