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I’m stretched out in bed, quietly reading, completely at ease, when I hear a noise that makes me pause. I brush it off and keep reading, but then I hear it again. This time it’s impossible to ignore. My heart starts to race as I get up to check the house, trying to convince myself it’s nothing. That’s when I’m suddenly confronted, caught completely off guard before I even have time to react. Tape is wrapped around me in seconds, my arms bound tight, my lips sealed with a gag that muffles every sound. I’m thrown back onto the bed, helpless and exposed in the place I felt safest. Left there to struggle, I squirm and plead for release, my muffled moans filling the room. But no one answers. This was always the point, to watch me writhe in vulnerability, restrained and powerless, trapped at home with nowhere to run.