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I wake up in this dingy room, my hands cuffed and tied to the ceiling above me. My legs are spread wide apart, shackled to the floor beneath me. I'm still trying to process what happened last night. One minute, I was out with friends at a club, enjoying a night of dancing and drinking, and the next, I was waking up in this godforsaken place. The only thing that makes sense is the look of her - Inna - standing in the center of the room before me. Her eyes are covered in black makeup, and her lips are painted crimson red. She's wearing a latex dress that clings to her curves like it was made for her alone.
I try to speak, but my voice catches in my throat as I realize just how vulnerable I am right now. My body is exposed, and the only thing stopping me from being helpless is the knowledge that Inna - or whoever she is - has to come back into this room eventually. I watch as she moves around the room with a confidence that unnerves me, her eyes darting between me and some unknown point in the distance.
As she moves closer to me, I can see that her hair is messy and slicked back, revealing her grey eyes and lush lashes. Her body is beautiful - full hips and long legs that curve into perfect shapes as she walks. She's a vision of sex appeal, but it's the way she carries herself with such confidence and power
