Natalie had gone out with this guy Winston a few times but there was something about him that just felt off. He was nice enough but that was the thing, it was the kind of niceness that hinted at desperation underneath. And after a couple months she started to feel it was time to move on. She had left a few things at his apartment, including a few retro dresses that she loved—that was her favorite style—but she found the idea of going back to his place just gave her the willies. It would be easier to leave everything beyond and not have to deal with him. The thing that worried her the most though was that she suspected that he'd take the breakup hard and for a special girl like herself there was always a worry that he might try to do something to get back at her, like ordering ten pizzas and having them sent to her address. But she had to make a clean break.
But now here it was several hours past midnight and she was fully tied up, gagged, blindfolded and hogtied. She couldn't believe how quickly he'd overpowered her. And she had no idea how he'd tracked her down. She'd been in a hotel not too far away from his place, which had given her pause, but somehow he must have been stalking her and figured out where she was . When he forced his way in she was completely startled by how quickly things progressed and her last memory was a strong chemical smell as her eyes rolled back in her head. She resisted breathing in the scent of the chemically doused cloth he'd held over her nose and mouth but eventually she couldn't resist any longer and a big whiff went up her nose. The room spun and everything went black as she felt her ex tightening his grip around her.
Now it was hours later and the room was completely silent. Winston had said something frightening about meeting a friend with a van and getting her loaded up later that night. But she had no idea where she was going. She couldn't believe how tightly he'd tied her; she twisted her wrists around but the ropes had no give and were too tight to slip out of. And with the tight wraps of tape over her mouth and eyes and the makeup sponges blocking her vision there was no way to get to a mirror to see where the knots were located or to get to anything else to help her escape. She was truly bound and gagged like some helpless damsel in a movie. And the way she was dressed she felt like some proper lady from the '50s who'd fallen into the hands of an evil kidnapper.
In a strange way she almost hoped he'd return and begin whatever it was that he and his friend were planning for her. Waiting here all alone, bound and helpless, was the worst of it. If she knew what she was facing then she could try to escape or deal with it, or resign herself to her inevitable fate. And that's when she had the unexpected thought that maybe a part of her was getting turned on by her predicament. She couldn't believe it and wouldn't be able to stand the humiliation if anyone were to find her like this and realize what was going on inside her head. But the ropes held her so tightly and her mouth and eyes were so securely sealed up that a part of her couldn't deny that she'd thought of being helpless and used like this more than a few times. Now she was finally going to see what it was really like, whether she wanted it or not. And the fact that her fate was out of her hands made her ordeal even hotter.