Forced to Unmask at Gunpoint!

A mysterious masked thief breaks into a posh penthouse thinking the wealthy owner is out for the evening. But she couldn't be more wrong...

This is a photoshoot produced and generously donated to Unmasker's Domain by DriftingWolfen. Also, to answer the invariable question before it's asked, there's no video to go with it.

"Alright! Posh place. Looks like I'm going to get a pretty nice haul tonight."

"The Stealth Thief" the police had nicknamed her. So good at what she did that her victims have no idea they've been robbed -- until days or weeks later when they need what she took.

She had sophisticated tastes and only robbed the very, very rich. Security systems meant nothing to her. She'd never even been seen, let alone caught.

And this guy -- this Mr. Parris, rich software developer and playboy -- he'll be just like all the rest.

"Hmm... a lot of electronics around. I have no use for those...

"To think that this guy was bragging on the news last week that "The Stealth Thief" could never break into his place... Hah!"

"Yeah, he said he took it as a kind of challenge to catch me, to find out who The Stealth Thief really was!"

A cold chill ran down her back. "Man, if someone ever did manage to unmask me..."

She quickly refocused her mind. "Well, that's not going to happen. I'm The Stealth Thief, after all, right? Ha!

"Ok, there's the bedroom. What I want is probably in there..."

"Actually, you'd have better luck in the wall safe behind that picture, my dear!"

She gasped and froze in place. Her eyes grew wide as she turned to face a large bearded man with a gun...

...a gun he was pointing straight at her! Instinctively, she raised her hands.

"That's right, Ms. 'Stealth Thief,' just stand there while I have a look at you..."

"Look, I haven't taken anything," she said, "and you don't want to do something stupid with that gun. Can't you just let me go?"

Despite her confident manner, her heart was beating wildly in her chest.

"Oh, I'm going to do something quite clever with this gun, my little thief. I'm going to get my name in the paper as the man who caught the famous Stealth Thief!"

Ok, the calm approach didn't work, she thought. "Listen you fucking bastard! You'd better let me out of here or you're going to be in big trouble! This isn't even the fucking apartment I wanted. This is a big mistake! Now put that damn gun down and let me go or I'm going to have your sorry ass thrown in jail for false imprisonment and assault with a deadly weapon!"

"Nice try, Stealth Babe, but I know the law and I'm on solid ground here. Besides, I could buy off any judge that didn't cooperate, you know. No, you're my prisoner, masked woman... You're at my mercy... and I can do whatever I want..."

His words and his tone made her feel uneasy. "Damn you, you motherfucker!" she spat. "What are you going to do?"

"Why, I'm going to learn all your secrets tonight. Not just the tricks you use to evade detection in your "work," which will be quite valuable in designing my security software. Oh no, we won't stop there. You're going to reveal all of your secrets to me, my sweet little thief... even your deepest, most intimate secrets... even the secret you try the hardest to hide... the secret of who you are behind your mask..."

She stared at her captor disbelieving, feeling so vulnerable, so intimidated...

"Now Stealth Thief... remove your mask!"

"My mask? No! I can't! Please, I'll do anything else but... I can't let you see who I am!"

"You have no choice, thief. Unmask, now! Or I'll shoot you and take your mask off while you're bleeding!"

"No, please...!"

With no alternative, the helpless girl hesitantly reached for her mask and slowly began to pull it up. Mr. Parris felt a thrill of excitement go through his body when she exposed her chin beneath the mask.

"Please! Don't force me to do this! You don't understand! If my true identity gets out, I'll be so helpless and vulnerable. Anyone who knew it would have me at his mercy!"

"So, being unmasked is your greatest weakness? the thing you dread most of all?" her captor asked.

"Y-yes," she whispered meekly, pleadingly.

"Excellent!" he exclaimed. "Continue!"

She had explained her deepest fear to him, how being unmasked would destroy her, and he had taken advantage of the knowledge. She felt betrayed, used.

"Please! I'm begging you!," she cried, instinctively covering the exposed part of her face with her hand. "No!! You can't do this to me!"

"Oh yes, I can," he smirked. "More!"

In despair, barely keeping it together, she hopelessly pulled her mask higher. He could see almost half of her face.

Mr. Parris lit a cigar and mused aloud, "Ah, this is how I've always imagined it: the great Stealth Thief my helpless plaything, stripping off her mask for my viewing pleasure."

She gritted her teeth, so degraded at being reduced to  performing a striptease for her captor's entertainment.

Finally her whole face was exposed! Her mask would be off in seconds! Parris savored his view of her face.

"I knew you were a beauty beneath that mask, my sweet!"

"Go to hell," she hissed.

"Oh, yes... such kissable lips. I may not turn my unmasked burglar over to the police after all. Perhaps I will interrogate you myself..."

"Please... stop looking at my face. Please..." the girl murmurered pitifully.

"Come on, babe!" he demanded. Why have you stopped? The whole mask -- take it off now!!"

"Look, I've given you a look at my face. Isn't that enough? Now let me put my mask back on and go. Please."

"Listen to yourself!" Parris snorted in a cloud of smoke. "When you started out tonight you were the cocky Stealth Thief. And now? Now you're just a weak, defenseless woman pathetically begging me for mercy! Well, you'll get none from me little masked crook! I've got you in my power and you'll never forget what I do to  you! I'm going take great pleasure in ruining you completely and exposing your precious secret identity to the whole city!

"Now, lady, take the mask off -- all the way! I guarantee that after this night you're not going to need it anymore!"

"Alright you filthy bastard! Is this what you want? To see my whole face?" Tears welled up in her eyes and her voice cracked. "Well here it is, you sadistic creep! You've destroyed me, you've killed me, you've..."

She suddenly became aware of the clicking and whirring and whirring of cameras... recording the conquest of the Stealth Thief from several different angles.

"I hope you rot in Hell," she moaned.

The defeated girl stood exposed before him. "Excellent, Stealth Thief, I enjoyed your unmasking very much, as I'm sure everyone else will when they see it online tomorrow morning... Oh, but wait, my dear... My Facial Recognition software has just identified you with 98% certainty.  Ladies and gentlemen, we have our little thief's real name to put with her pretty face! Now we can expose her completely!! Ha ha!!"

"No! No! Don't! Please, for god's sake, please don't tell them all my name!" the helpless girl begged.

But Mr. Parris blew a triumphant cloud of cigar smoke and continue, "Yes, the famous burglar who has been terrorizing the leading citizens of our fair city for a year is in reality just a worthless little clerk at Burton Industries!"

"No, no please, don't say that!"

"Yes, behind her mask the great Stealth Thief's secret identity is actually... Rachel Patterson!!"

"NOOOOO!"