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Helping out
Agnes Healy is one of the upcoming young photographers of today. While still at the academy, this young lady has already received multiple awards in the fields of landscape, architecture and portraits. But after her latest feat, a session for a company called Fetish Fortress, Shoot Magazine was intrigued and eager to have a talk with her in her Tiny house, in Felicia Village. Here follows an excerpt.
(You can read the full interview in the upcoming issue of Shoot Magazine, February)
Nick and Irene’s first time
Wow! Is this consensual?
10.32 PM
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Of course it is! We had a long talk about it, and after two and a half years
Irene finally agreed to give it a try! Aren't you happy for me? For us?
10.34 PM
Of course I am! But I didn't mean the tieing up stuff. I meant you taking
this picture and showing me that?
10.37 PM
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10.41 PM
No, seriously?
10.42 PM
Nick?
10.50 PM
Motherly love
Carmen Galena Morales grunted as she was being led along. She felt lightning in her lower back, and her calves and thighs were burning. But still, her biggest concern wasn't with herself. In front of her, she could see her mother, forced to hobble forth in the same awkward bent over manner. The old woman clearly had difficulties keeping up, stumbling along in her narrow knee-length skirt, and she was breathing heavily.
"Please let-my mother go! She... has nothing to do... with all of this! She was just-visiting!"
"If that's the case we'll find out soon enough. She is going to be interrogated, just like you yourself. For the moment you are both suspects in the largest fentanyl trafficking case this state has ever seen!"
The new one
5.43 PM. The interview continues. Present are inspector Amber Oakland, sergeant William Johnson and suspect Percy Dwayne Wellington. Mr. Wellington: please describe the situation and the proceedings on the afternoon we were discussing, again.
My parents were away for four days. I had given the staff a day off, so I had the mansion all to myself.
And where was this mansion situated?
Up in the mountains, near Willow Lake. I already told you that. I have already told you everything, for goodness sake!
Just humor us, Mr. Wellington. Please proceed.
I did what I always do on those occasions: I hired a few prostitutes. Just for fun. I have a large collection of bondage gear. I dress them up, blindfold them, and take them to the patio. Sometimes I think up games I want them to play, but on that evening I just watched them struggle to get free. Like I said: great fun.
Hilarious, I'm sure. The names of the women?