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I twist and struggle, my body writhing against the tight, unforgiving duct tape holding me in place. Every movement just reminds me how helpless I am—completely trapped. My muffled whimpers barely escape past the gag, but I know you’re watching. You love this, don’t you? Watching me fight, seeing the desperation in my eyes. I can feel your obsession, the way you take in every little squirm, every breathless attempt to break free. But deep down, we both know… I’m not going anywhere.