Isla

She strained against the ropes cutting into her naked flesh. The hours since she was ambushed at her front door and then dragged up to her attic were an eternity.

The slow passage of time her wasn’t helped by the mammoth gag of dirty panties crammed into her mouth and sealed tightly with the tape. Her eyes were pleading with the hooded captor who seemed to delight in the sadistic bondage dished out.

Her torment was augmented by the wide, stretchy microfoam tape now swaddling her head and under her chin, fusing her mouth and jaw firmly together. Well, as much as her gag would permit.

Blinded and silenced, her breathing was shallow as she heard the heavy footsteps of her attacker descending the stairs to the house…..she cocked her head to the side, frantically trying to listen to the distant voices now audible outside the property.

Escape was useless, the ropes were so tight and her head was swimming due to the significant muzzle and vice like tape around her head. The footsteps got closer and now she could fully make out the voice of her estranged husband discussing the next steps of her captivity with the intruder.