She doesn’t know exactly how long she has been there in the dark. But she knows she can’t escape. Ever since what feels like several hours ago when she woke up alone in the absolute inky blackness, she has been trying to get free and assess her situation. From what she can feel, she is lying on a concrete floor stretched far and long with her arms strictly tethered way above her head and her legs similarly pulled in the exact opposite direction. The air is cold and the floor even colder. She is in a basement. The ropes coiled around her legs fasten them tight at the ankles, knees and thighs. A rope is tied through her crotch and parts her pussy, even through her pantyhose and panties. With each wriggle the crotchrope bites in to her clit, sending waves of pleasure and panic throughout her body. But what she notices most is what be an immense amount of tight, cruel rope around her ample tits, which are still encased in her bra. Topping off her helplessness, she can feel her mouth is full of some kind of cloth, keeping her from crying out. Something is wrapped over her mouth and around her head. It must be tape because every time she moved her head, the glue tears at her silver hair. As she struggles, she remembers the office party. She barely remembers the last drink she had tasting a bit off… That guy helping her to her car… Wait! There’s light! A door opening! A few bare bulbs are turned on initially blinding Sandra. As her eyes begin to adjust and focus, she can see the hulking figure coming towards her is wearing a mask. She futilely starts to call out through her stuffed and gagged mouth as she quickly realizes this is not a rescue…