Since the head detective, I am first on the scene. The yard looks comfortable. I remember it as the place where I detained that thug gang leader Sahrye. I sit waiting my backup to show up and I feel a moist rag pressed against my head and held securely. I kick and struggle and attempt to scream, but everything goes black. I am unaware that Iacute;m being carried and pushed in the trunk of a car. I wake up to discover myself brutally restricted, my elbows smashed painfully together and I&severe;m hogtied in on a filthy floor. My pantyhose are ripped to shreds and I’m barefoot. I don’t have any idea why I am here or what is happening and that I call out to help. I roll on the floor seeking to loosen off the bondage, but my attempts are useless – it is only too tight to budge. I scream for help, but no one finds me. A bald tug enters and informs me my nemesis Sahrye hired him to have revenge on me for betraying her. He shoves a rag between my lips stuffing my mouth and seals it with clear tape. I am totally muted and every time I fight the bondage becomes more debilitating. He grabs a slender string and contrasts my big feet together. My poor toes turn purple and he grabs my hair and begins to tie that also. He yanks my mind back and secures the entire scalp to my toe bondage laughing at my misery – my back is arched and it is so debilitating. I can hardly move at all and that I shout through my gag. Then the bastard joins a rope around my neck and connects it to my feet. The more I pull, the further I choke. He determines it isn´t effective enough and tightens up the goatrope. The thug tells me it is time to go and it´s mild ´s outside for me personally as he squeezes the wet rag over my mouth and nose. I struggle like crazy, but it no use…
