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Leah had finally done it. She'd finally quit her job. Well, 'quit' was an odd way to put it... it was more of an early retirement that went unapproved. Ever since her grandparents died, she'd been well-off in the money department, and her simple life did not cost much, so why bother with having a job?
There was a bit of pep in her step as she stepped out of her car, into her apartment building, and up the stairs. But as she reached the final step, she froze for a moment. The scratchy black doormat was askew, and a corner of it was lifted up. Just as quick as she froze, she kept on her journey and opened the door. It was probably just from some dumb neighbor kid kicking it up, or something.
Leah took in a deep breath at the sight of her apartment. It felt like she'd been away for such a long time, even though it had only been about ten hours. A homely feeling.
So, she kicked off her shoes, closed the door, and immediately went into her room and up to her dresser. Work clothes always felt uncomfy to Leah, so she switched into some blue skinny jeans and a black crop top instead. Then, she went into the kitchen and made herself a cup of hot chocolate before plopping down on her couch, turning on the TV. Some soapy romance/drama was playing, and though it was stupid, it was fun to make fun of.
It didn't take very long before a heaviness closed her eyes shut, and she drifted into sleep...
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A few hours later, her senses drifted back to her, and she opened her eyes. What she saw was... unexpected.
A woman in a leather boots, leather leggings, and a tight black shirt was poking around at her TV stand, opening different drawers and looking inside. Her hair was red and curly, and thankfully she was not looking at Leah, who began to panic. Her instincts suddenly kicked in, and before she could tell herself not to, her hand was reaching over to the cup of hot chocolate beside her, and just as the robber was turning, she tossed the cup directly at her face.
Leah's aim was off, unfortunately, because it hit her in the chest instead. As the mug shattered on the ground, the robber glared at Leah, and though she was a bit astonished, she snarled. "You're going to regret that."
Many people have a fight or flight response, but as it turns out, that's a false dichotomy. Folks always forget the third response: freeze, which is exactly what Leah did as the robber dashed towards her with a cloth, which sent her into yet another deep sleep.
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This time, Leah's awakening was much more exciting. Firstly, the robber was speaking on the phone to an unknown other person:
"You said it would knock people out for four hours, but this girl woke up after thirty fucking minutes! ...what do ya mean it works on everyone differently!? You fucking watered it down, you scammer!" The robber glared towards Leah. "Oh great, she's up again. And it's only been twenty-five minutes. Call you back later."
Secondly, as Leah tried to move, she quickly realized she could not. She was tightly bound with rope at the wrists, elbows, thighs, above the knees, below the knees, and ankles.
Thirdly, she was gagged tightly with a red harness ballgag, which made every scream for help only come out as a "mphhh!" The robber clearly was not pleased with her noises, because she stomped over and spanked her. Though it didn't hurt much through her jeans, she still let out a whimper.
"Stay quiet. I had to change out of my clothes because of you." For a moment, a smile crossed the robbers face, but it was quickly replaced with a scowl. "Y'know, I've never had someone toss hot chocolate at me. Soda, sure, but hot chocolate is a new one. Good thing it wasn't really 'hot.' But speaking of hotness..." The robber traced her fingers playfully across Leah's belly. "You look pretty nice all tied up like that."
"Mmmm..."
"Good girl! You're already staying so quiet... perhaps I should take you home?"
At mention of being taken, Leah began to struggle, but the ropes were so tight that it was practically impossible.
The robber chuckled and reached between Leah's legs before pressing upwards on her jeans, which immediately sent a wave of pressure throughout her body. The robber almost looked impressed. "So sensitive too, you're perfect! That's it, then. I've made my decision. I'm taking you home with me!"
"Mmmph?!"
"Be patient," she said teasingly. "I've still gotta rob this place first. Should be easier with you like this, though." And with that the robber set off to poke around some more, leaving Leah to struggle on her couch.
But then, a realization came to her. Leah didn't have a life outside of work. If she disappeared, nobody would say anything.
And her struggles became more erratic than before.
Part 2 coming soon...
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