Courtney stumbled through the front door, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor as she made her way to the living room. The party had been exhausting, and all she wanted was to collapse on the sofa and unwind. The soft glow of the streetlights filtered through the window, casting a warm ambiance over the familiar space. The faint hum of the city outside seemed distant, a soothing backdrop to her fatigue.

As she closed her eyes, a sudden banging noise jolted her back to alertness. It was sharp, insistent, and unmistakably close. Courtney frowned, her head tilting toward the sound. It came from the front door—a banging that didn't sound like a neighbor or a delivery. Her heart quickened as she pushed herself up. . She hesitated, her hand hovering over the knob. Who could it be at this hour?

With a deep breath, Courtney turned the knob and pulled the door open. Before she could utter a word, a figure in a bl*ck balaclava lunged forward, his hand clamping over her mouth. She let out a muffled cry, her eyes widening in shock as he pushed her back into the house. The door slammed shut behind him, and in an instant, she was overwhelmed. His grip was firm, his movements swift and calculated. Courtney struggled, her nails digging into his arm, but it was futile. He was too strong, too prepared.

In a flash, she was bound and gagged with duct tape The adhesive stuck to her skin, sealing her lips shut. Her eyes darted around, panic surging through her as she tried to scream, but the tape muffled her cries into a faint, desperate whine. Withe tape around her wrists, binding them tightly behind her back. Courtney thrashed, her chest heaving as she tried to break free, but the tape held her firmly, his grip unyielding.

The man smirked, his eyes glinting through the h*les in the balaclava, and then he turned, walking away leaving courtney to struggle. Her breath came in short, panicked gasps as she strained against the tape, her fingers twitching helplessly. She tried to c*ll for help, but the gag rendered her voice useless, her pleas reduced to muffled grunts.

The man returned a l*ttle while later holding another roll of duct tape. Courtney's eyes widened as he approached, her body tensing in anticipation. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in ragged bursts as he began to bind her further.

He wrapped the tape around her ankles, securing them tightly together, and then pulled her bound wrists down, pressing them against her ankles. Courtney writhed, her muscles straining as he sealed the hogtie, leaving her c*mpletely immobilized. The tape bit into her skin, the pressure intense as she struggled to move.

“There,” he said, stepping back to admire his work. “Now you're not going anywhere.”

Courtney's eyes b*rned with frustration and fear as she tested her bonds, her body arching in a futile attempt to break free. The tape held firm, her movements restricted to twitches and squirms. She was trapped, her limbs bound, her mouth sealed, her body at his mercy. He watched her for a moment longer, his expression unreadable, before turning and walking toward the door.

“Don't go anywhere,” he said with a mocking tone, his voice echoing as he stepped into the hallway. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving Courtney alone in the silence.

Minutes p*ssed, each one stretching into an eternity as Courtney fought to free herself. Her wrists and ankles b*rned, the tape cutting into her skin, but she couldn't stop. She had to try, had to keep moving, even if it was hopeless. Her mind raced, her thoughts a jumble of fear and desperation as she lay there, bound and gagged, her body a prisoner in her own home.

The silence was deafening, broken only by her muffled grunts and the faint creak of the floorboards. Courtney's eyes darted around the room, searching for anything that could help her, but there was nothing. She was alone, trapped, her fate uncertain. The man had left her to struggle, to s*ffer, and there was nothing she could do but endure it.

As the minutes turned into hours, Courtney's struggles began to weaken. Her body ached, her muscles screaming in protest, but still she fought, her will to survive driving her forward. The tape held firm, her bonds unyielding, and she knew, deep down, that escape was impossible. She was at his mercy, her freedom taken, her body bound and helpless.

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