It was supposed to be a relaxing day, part of the time spent looking out the window, letting her mind wander. Until she thought she heard a noise in the room.
It changed quickly. And then it was too later
He had grabbed her, her to the ground. But she wasn't going to let it happen - whatever he had planned - not without struggling. Kicking. trying to pull herself away from him. Even folding her hands beneath her young body, knowing that the moment he could grab onto her wrists it was all over.
But it was more than she could handle. First, he bound her elbows tight, scrunching them together. Then jammed a ballgag into her mouth. And after that, tying her wrists, then pulling her ankles up into a frogtie - even then, she coutinued to struggle. But with each turn of the rope, each knot, it became more useless.
Would he leave her like this, on the floor, her summer dress pulled up, exposing her thong panties? Or did he have something else planned? Something even worse?
She would have lots of time to think about it.