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Not4onenightonly 65M  
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11/28/2023 3:27 pm
The Legend of Hockentepp

This is pure imagination, never happened ( as far as I know) new allegory or truth to it all. just for amusement. Everything is fictional. I'll add as I can over time, but it's not intended to be a long tale. Slow typist.

Elena Karpinski sat at her desk, a very serious investigative journalist she had been tipped off a while back about a man known only as Hockentepp . The file on her desk was very thin, comprising of one page of A4 paper with not much more than the name a suspected major player in money laundering and perhaps drug trafficking.
A series of suggestions as to nationality. based it seemed on complete guess work. No picture, a very limited description of a man probably around 6ft. Caucasian, brown hair to greying aged at least 60. Not a lot to go on except at tip from her source that he was in this town or nearby, involved in some sort of deal, it gave a time and place as possible. Elena emailed her colleagues to let them know she intended to try and spy out the location before alleged meet in a few days time. That was her first mistake.
She drove out towards the spot, parked the car far enough away so as not to be seen from the area, neatly placed beneath a small group of trees, far enough off the road not to been seen unless you really cam looking, and began to walk the rest of the way.
She never saw him, his burly arms were around her and a hand over her mouth before she could react.
When she woke she had no idea where she was. she knew she was in trouble as she was shackled to the end of a bed, sat on the floor, thankfully still fully clothed.

A while passed and then she heard someone coming towards the door. Shouting to be let out, not expecting a positive result, just wanting to get attention and maybe a drink of water, her mouth was dry and tasted a little of chloroform.

The man who walked in was big, tall, burly, she assumed it was him who had kidnapped her. He was dressed in Khakis and wore a balaclava with only slits for his eyes. He was carrying some cuffs, chains and padlocks. This is not good she thought.


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