I feel like I woke up from some sort of bad dream, maybe hallucinations. But wait, it's a nightmare that continues in reality: my hands and legs are tied with duct tape and I have a mouth gag! If this doesn't count as enough, just wait, there's more: I see a stranger in my house, twirling around and taking pics of me, just like I look now: panicked, scared, anxious, tied, lame. He's threatening me he's gonna post them on social media if I don't comply! He's blackmailing me by telling me he's gonna destroy my online reputation with these nightmarish pictures and I can't let that happen! He claims he's paid by a secret admirer of mine, but what kind of admirer would do that? A mad one, that's certain! He is pulling down my dress, wanting to see my boobs. Then he takes pics again. I'm not comfortable at all to show my special beautiful boobs to a man like this, much less to be photographed in such a humiliating way. I must confess that I've never been treated like that, maybe you'll say I'm a little spoiled brat who deserved it, but from that day to the rest of my days I've never felt safe in my own house anymore, and something broke forever in my soul. I was humiliated in an unasked-for way, so I lost the trust in myself and now I'm paranoid. He not only took pics and groped my boobs, but he positioned me doggystyle and inserted a ButtPlug in my ass! Of course, only too take a few more pics. He has enough for an album now, don't you think? He then pulled out that thing from my ass, with an abrupt move that caused me more pain! Like the humiliation wasn't enough, huh? I tried to yell, to cry, to beg him but all the sounds I was able to produce were some unintelligible babbles, an indistinct mutter. I don't remember much, it was short and extremely intense for me, so I guess my mind just builds defense mechanisms day by day, the mind is healing itself, and one of these defense mechanisms would be, most certainly, oblivion. I remember, though, how terrified I was when I saw him coming near me with an unknown device telling me that's he's "putting me back to rest". He even had the shamelessness to tell me that "those things happen, dear, why do you make such a big deal?" Oh, in a normal, civilized world they do NOT and I'm gonna find that guy and make him face what he did