Scarlet carelessly threw her key chain onto the side table, slipped out of her black high heels and walked into the kitchen, the soft tapping of her nylon-covered feet being the only sound in her dark apartment. The girl could use a glass of water or two before bed, she had been out in the club, dancing and drinking all night. Her throat was dry and her short tight black dress was clinging to her sweaty skin. After gulping down the water she looked at the clock: 3:41 AM. A good time to go to sleep.
The blonde walked over into her bedroom and just dropped on her mattress, face down. She didn't even bother to reach for the blanket or change her clothes – she was simply too tired to care. Closing her eyes she waited for the sweet embrace of sleep. But it didn't come. She was drifting off to the point of almost falling asleep occasionally, but that was as close as she would get to rest before feeling wide awake again. Just a she thought she would finally be able to slip into dreamland she felt a sudden weight on her back. She would have screamed in surprise, but the impact cut her breath short. In the brief moment her mouth was open a piece of cloth was pushed into it. Instinctively she tried to pull it out, but somebody grabbed her arms and forced them behind her back, wrapping rope around her wrists.
Only then the girl realized what was happening. She tried to kick her attacker, who was still sitting on her as her secured the gag with another piece of cloth between her teeth. He – or she, Scarlet couldn't tell from her position – knotted it tightly, pulling the corners of her mouth painfully far back and catching her long blond hair under the newly applied cleave gag.
“Hrrrmph!” Scarlet grunted as her ankles were tied together. Her heart was racing. Who was this person? What was he or she going to do to her? She wiggled on the bed, hoping to find a weakness in her bonds. But the ropes were too tight, and the knots were out of her fingers' reach.
Her attacker wrapped another piece of cloth around her head, covering her eyes. “NNNNNMMMMGH!” Scarlet screamed into the gag as her vision was taken from her. She desperately struggled against the ropes. Why was this happening?
“Stay still now” a deep male voice demanded. She shivered as she felt the warm breath against her neck, but she didn't dare to disobey. She lay on her bed motionlessly, whimpering into her gag. The man continued to tie her up, rendering her more helpless with each coil of rope: Around her calves, thighs and elbows, some above and below her breasts, trapping her arms and pinning them firmly against her back.
After he had finished tying her up there was the sound of duct tape being ripped off its roll. Scarlet shook her head, pleading into her gag, but she couldn't do anything to stop the man from pressing it over her lips, pushing the cloth deeper into her mouth.
“Mmmnnh! Hnnnmh!” she mumbled as he added another strip. And another under her chin, forcing her to bite down on the cloth in her mouth and keeping her jaw closed as much as the stuffing would allow it. Scarlet's hopes dwindled even more than they already had. Gagged like that nobody would hear her screams. But before she could even finish that thought a sponge was pressed over her face, covering her mouth and nose. It was held in place by what she thought was another piece of cloth. He wasn't even finished gagging her yet! After the sponge was secured he added two more layers of cloth, covering Scarlet's mouth and nose, each tighter than the one before.
“Sorry, I can't risk you making a sound for now,” the captor said as he picked her up. She tried to scream, but all that came out was a miserable “m...mh...mh-mff” - desperate cries for help, reduced to quiet whimpers. She could barely move her jaw, her tongue was trapped under the stuffing, and all those layers of cloth, tape and sponge muffled any sound and made breathing difficult. Nobody would hear her like that. She squirmed, trying to escape the man's grip, but he just tightened his grasp as he carried her outside. She felt the chilly night air on what little of her face wasn't covered until she was placed on a hard surface. Despite how cold it felt she was already sweating under that insane gag as the man forcefully folded her legs. She tried to resist and viciously shook her head, an occasional “mhff” escaping from the gag – but he was just too strong. Effortlessly keeping her attempted resistance at bay he wrapped rope around both her torso and her legs, keeping them folded and pressing her knees against her chest. By the time he was finished Scarlet was completely immobilized.
“Can't have you kicking and squirming in there, someone might hear that and that perfect gag would have been done for nothing. I can't just rely on you being a good, quiet girl.” Saying that, her kidnapper closed the lid over her.