Cassie shrieks in fright as someone grabs her arms tightly behind her, and another figure throws a hood over her head. She tries to wrestle free, scared out of her wits and kicking and thrashing around, but it’s easy for the two bigger assailants to get her wrists cuffed behind her back, and to tighten the hood over her head, further trapping her arms, and somewhat restricting her breathing.
Cassie feels them moving her bodily along, despite her flailing around in terror. She can’t see, but she is fairly certain that she is being dragged through an abandoned parking garage and into one of the old factory buildings she’d moments ago been walking briskly past on her way to dance practice.
She is dragged and pushed up a set of stairs and hears a door open on creaky hinges. She is thrown down forcibly to a chair, and someone holds her there while she continues to wail for help inside the bag tightly over her head and shoulders. Cassie hears the big door close now, and she is so scared, she is breathing in tiny gasps.
Next, her assailants tied Cassie to the chair! Her arms are tied behind the chair back at the wrists, and her legs are bound at the knees to each armrest, so that she is unable to close her knees. Then, her ankles are bound-off to the front legs of the chair, so that her long legs are in a seated pose, but her toes just barely touch the ground.
Then, they pull the hood off her head, but quickly yank her hair back, so that Cassie is looking up at a single bright light-bulb dangling overhead inside an old factory foreman’s office. She yelps when her head is forced back like that, but it is cut short as some sort of cottony fabric is thrust into her mouth. So much is crammed in, she is afraid she will choke! This is followed by some sort of loud, thick tape being wound round and round her head so that she is virtually muted. Cassie whines and writhes, fighting helplessly against the bindings that hold her tightly to the chair, but she has been rendered utterly helpless to whatever depredations her assailants have in mind for her.
The nubile prisoner has adjusted to the harsh light of the bulb over her head in the dark room, and through tear-filled eyes, Cassie sees that she is the helpless captive of -
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