Sophie Turner was beautiful. She knew it, and so did every Game of Thrones fan. Adam himself had enjoyed the series, especially the sex parts which could be both raw and intimate at the same time. As it was, he had just watched an episode from one of the more recent seasons, where Sophie had come into her prime, physically anyways. Her long red hair, pale skin, and undeniably tight body were all great perks, and in his opinion, she was one of the best-looking girls on the show. That was when he received an email. He had been running a smalltime celebrity "acquisition" ring for the past year now, and after getting his start by collecting a few Instagram celebrities and cosplayers, he was finally getting a request for someone a little higher up on the food chain.
Adam looked over the request, committing it to memory before deleting it from his secure email server. In the message had been another address for him to reply to, since it had been sent through an anonymous service.
"This is going to be a lot of fun, I would probably do this for even less money than what they are offering."
However, he was a businessman, and negotiation was important. He replied, setting his price for the acquisition of Sophie Turner. They accepted, and a security deposit of $10 million was soon in his account. Now, he could start the real work.
Which as it turned out, was not a lot of work. While popular, Sophie wasn't high enough on the totem pole yet to have more than an advanced, but fallible security system to keep the odd crazed fan away from her house. It consisted of a small security wall around her property, which more decorative than practical in some spots, along with a few cameras, some internal motion sensors, but no actual guards or dogs even. Her place was a modest 2-bedroom house, when compared to grand mansions at least. She didn't need that much more space, and as it was it was still a really nice place. It had a small pool, and a well-tended lawn, with small gardens throughout the property.
The difficult part, however, was surveillance. Even though she didn't have a lot of official security, she did have neighbors, and all it would take for this whole thing to come crashing down would be for one of them to get suspicious of this random guy driving through this very nice neighborhood. Which is why he had needed a disguise. Using some of his security deposit, he set himself up as a surveyor, buying the necessary vehicle, equipment, and forged permits that would allow him to pretend to be surveying a nearby road. This gave him the perfect opportunity to watch Sophie's house, but it couldn't last more than a day or two before people got suspicious. Which was really all he needed, since while he was keeping track of her movements, he also planned out his strategy for breaking in. On the first day, he was able to get enough information about the outside of her house that he was able to sneak up during the night and hidden in some nearby bushes. This gave him a good view of the interior, as well as a view of what security she had in the house. Not much as it turned out. He also got a good, close look at her cameras, which he determined were connected to the house's power, not the actual power grid itself, which was of no real importance since he planned on turning off this section of the neighborhood's power anyways. It was good to know though, so that he knew they wouldn't keep recording while he snuck in. He had also brought along some of the equipment he would need for the acquisition and buried it underneath a small pile of leaves and dirt, so that it would not be easily noticed.
He waited there until early morning, when he saw Sophie start her normal morning routines. The spot he had picked out, as it so happened, also had a very nice view of her bedroom, to which she didn't have the blinds entirely closed. He watched, transfixed as she got changed, the top of her gorgeous body fully on display, her firm 34B cup tits unrestrained and perfectly shaped, her stomach toned and fit from her exercise routines. He had to concentrate and focus on NOT rubbing himself though his pants, and he wished he could see the rest of her. "
Although, if all goes right, I will be seeing all of her lovely body, and she will belong to me until I have finished training her for my client.
"
He waited until she had started her morning run to emerge from the bushes where he had been keeping watch and using the time he had before full light he made his way back to the van he had been using the day before, which he had parked overnight at a nearby parking lot. He climbed in, and rolled out the small mattress he had brought along, and got himself a few hours of sleep, before he went back out as a surveyor again.
He was measuring a different road this time, one that had a slightly different view of Sophie's house, when he noticed it. His goal today had been to find a power box or substation that would let him access the neighborhood power grid, and he had just found something that would suit his needs just fine. He waited a few more hours, until Sophie returned home for the day, before packing up his equipment, and loading up into the van. He then set about preparing it for his soon to be prisoner, attaching metal cuffs to the sides, and laying out the tools he would need for the night's activities that hadn't been in the bag he had covered outside her house. He loaded everything he needed into a small duffel, before he moved the van into position. He took out a small tool from the van and walked over to the substation. He picked the lock keeping it closed and opened it up. Taking the tool, he systematically short circuited the power in the area with the tool. He hoped no one would give it much more than a glance, since he had tried his best to make it look like it had simply overloaded, and not sabotaged.
Adam had to move quickly now, since people were undoubtedly calling the electricity company to report the outage. His van was exactly where he needed it to be for this part, or in other words still parked far enough away as to not draw any attention. Using the darkness, he walked quickly through the backyards of Sophie's neighborhood, following as best he could the route he had mapped out during his surveillance. Only once or twice he had had to dive into the buses as a neighbor came out with a flashlight to see what was going on, but otherwise he was unhindered.
He got back to the point where he had been the night before and uncovered his other bag. He pulled out the ski mask from his smaller duffel and pulled it over his face. He also pulled out a roll of duct tape, and several rags. From the larger bag he pulled out a crowbar, a large knife, a pistol, night vision goggles, and several lengths of rope which he stuffed into the smaller duffel, which now had some room. He slung the smaller duffel over his shoulder, and crept closer to Sophie's house.
He crept up to one of her side windows, still hidden by some brush, and flipped down his NV goggles. Looking inside the house from this point, he could see that Sophie was not in any of the visible rooms. Adam crept around the side of the house, staying alert for wary neighbors or for a sign the power might be coming back on. He was looking for an open door or window, since he only wanted to use the crowbar as a last resort. That is when he saw it, Sophie's front door was open! He knew this might be his only opportunity to slip inside, and he took it. He quickly slipped along back the way he had come, and saw Sophie standing outside talking with a neighbor. She was in some modest nightclothes, and it took everything in his will not to stare at her ass. Both of their backs were to him, so he cracked the front door just a bit, and checked inside. Empty. He slid inside, and moved through the darkened living room, towards the second bedroom.
"Sophie?" A voice called from the room. Adam froze, ad made a split-second decision to hide behind one of the couches, which gave him visual cover from whoever was coming out of the bedroom. He heard her footfalls as she walked right past him and saw the slight bobbing of a flashlight against the wall. He stayed completely frozen, not even breathing, until the footfalls faded, and he heard the front door creak open again. He heard the voice outside, indistinct. "
