I am a white-collar woman. I read online that there is a very nice room for rent, and the price is very cheap. I was happy to live in. The room was really great, I sat on the bed and rubbed my feet after walking in high heels all day, and then I played with my phone in the bed. But I always had the feeling that I was being watched. Forget it. Maybe I was too tired. I fell

Just after I fell a lot of ropes suddenly sprang out of the room towards me. These ropes are floating around me like they're alive. A strange sensation in my body woke me up. I was horrified to see these ropes wrapped around my hands, feet and body. As I tried to free myself, my arms seemed to
Being controlled, starting to twist behind me, these ropes seem to be conscious, they take the opportunity to bind me in this position, my arms are tightly tied to the body, ah, so tight. No, this room is weird. I have to get out of here. Just as I was about to get out of bed and leave here, my feet were tied round and round by the rope. I struggled feebly in bed. I was about to c*ll for help when a pair of stockings came out of nowhere and quickly slipped into my mouth. Next, my mouth was taped so I couldn't protrude the stockings and my eyes were covered. I lay on my stomach trying to free myself, but a rope wrapped around my foot and attached to my back, and as the rope tightened, I was tightly bound into a folded leg position. Now I can't move at all.

In this way, I was tied to the bed for a long time, and gradually exhausted. I wish someone would come in and help me. Maybe G*d knew my idea, I heard someone come in at this time, I was happy to shout loudly for each other to help me, but my mouth could only make a "whoo" sound. But what this man said next made me feel like G*d was playing a joke on me. It turned out that the man who came in was the landlord, who had put these magical strings in the room. He used cheap houses as bait to lure girls into moving in, and when they were tied up with ropes, she came in to clean up the mess, selling them as s*x sl*ves to wealthy tycoons. And then he picked me up and offered to sell me. I struggled to protest, but my body was too tightly bound by these ropes to be able to do anything. G*d, I don't want to spend the rest of my life as a s*x sl*ve, somebody help me, whoo whoo...

"The Mystery Room3" (Chinese model)