Asleep in our bed, you wake, heard a noise. Dark. I’m not in the room. Maybe you think I’ve just gone to the bathroom. Before you have time to think about it, leather gloved hand, then tape on your mouth, bag over your head. Tight around your throat. So fast. two people? You don’t know. It’s silent.
Your arms are bonded with gaffer tape behind your back, then taped to your waist. Your ankles bound similarly. One of them can’t resist a sniff of your fine pussy, but you hear a thud and a grunt as he is smacked on the head by another. your knees are bent and bound to your thighs. You feel rough hands at either end of you, a larger bag closed around you. One of them lifts you. It’s high. over his shoulder. You feel yourself carried, through the back of the house. You hear a whisper, you can’t be sure, but it’s there. Not close, but there, it whispers.