Lexi comes home thinking it’s just another laptop night on the sofa. Masked Krauser is already inside. He snatches her by the shelves and dumps her in the walk-in closet: black blindfold, wrists behind, silver duct tape locking her stilettos to the folding-chair legs, then a head-down chair dump and a hard silver tape gag among the shoe shelves. Later she’s stripped to black lace on the white rug — tan rope frogging her knees under her, multi-wrap tape gag pressed to the shag — and finally prone on the kitchen island in a chest-harness hogtie with a glossy red satin cleave gag while the clock ticks and the scissors rack glints behind her.
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