Tiffany lay on the floor of her bedroom. The young woman’s wrists had been crossed behind her back and bound with rope. Her ankles had been bound as well, and a rope run between her hands and feet, leaving her hogtied. Cloth had been stuffed into her mouth until her cheeks bulged, gagging her and a scarf pulled between her teeth to keep it in. Another scarf was tied across her eyes, leaving the helpless woman in the darkness.
The young woman moaned into her gag, crying tears into the cloth covering her eyes. Her shoulders ached from the strain of her position, her arms and legs were starting to fall asleep. Her jaw ached from the packing in her mouth, silencing her sobs. It had only been a short while since she’d been left like this, but it already felt like hours…

The nightmare had started less than an hour ago. Tiffany had been in bed, reading a book, when the door of her bedroom had been kicked in and two men wearing ski masks, brandishing pistols had stormed into the room. Terrified, Tiffany had been dragged out of bed, in her nightgown, and forced to lie on the ground.
“We’re just here to rob you, lady.” One of the men said, kneeling down on top of her, pinning the scared woman to the ground. “Shut up, do what we say and you won’t get hurt.” Stuffing his pistol in the waistband of his pants, the man reached into his pocket and pulled out a tangled coil of rope.
“Please, just take whatever you want. You don’t need to tie me up!” Tiffany pleaded, as the man pulled her hands behind her back and began looping rope around her wrists.
“I think we need to make sure this lady stays quiet, brother.” The second burglar said. He walked over to Tiffany’s closet and opened it. Rooting around in the dirty clothes hamper, the man pulled out a couple pairs of Tiffany’s underwear. Grabbing a pair of scarves, he turned and walked over to where Tiffany lay.
Meanwhile, his partner had finished tying his captive’s hands and was busy roping Tiffany’s feet together. “Please, no. I’ll be qui-mmmppphhh!” Her pleas were cut off as the man crouched down and casually stuffed the wadded up panties in her mouth. While Tiffany wretched, trying in vain to spit out the balled up cloth, he quickly knotted one of the scarves in the middle and stuffed the knot between her teeth,
Tiffany groaned, helplessly, as he tied the scarf off behind her head and pulled it tight, forcing the knot deeper into her mouth, pushing the soggy mass of cloth further in. His partner pulled on the free rope from the bonds on her feet, forcing her to raise her legs up, arching her back so he could tie it off to the rope around her ankles.
“Don’t go anywhere, sweetie…” The man teased, patting Tiffany on her bum, as he stood. Tiffany could only groan, helpless in her gag.
“Nightie-night…” the other man said, as he pulled her blindfold over her eyes, plunging her into darkness. She could only squirm, helpless, as they left the room…

“Well, we’re finished here, sweet-heart.” Tiffany raised her head, grunting into her gag, as she heard the men enter the bedroom again. “We’ll be going now. And don’t worry, I’m sure someone will find you before long…” The young woman whimpered in fear as the two men left the room again, leaving her behind…