Every inch of her was wrapped in ropes, from her ankles—tied to her wrists—to her toes (and connected to the ball gag), each struggling movement causing the rope around her neck to pull tighter.
What she doesn’t know is that an intruder slipped into her space, Alba turns and sees him, he cornered her with calm authority and directed her toward the living room.
Alba was ready for a night of fun. Her friends were already waiting at the club, and she was running late, but looking flawless in her sultry black dress, high heels, and with her makeup perfectly done.