Bound and Edged

You blink awake in your own bed, mind hazy. But something’s wrong. Your arms are pinned behind your back, wrists lashed tight with rope, and your legs are bent and spread wide, bound at the thighs and ankles. The familiar clutter of your bedroom blurs in your periphery while two men loom nearby—one broad-shouldered, the other graying and handsome. Their eyes are fixed on you, hungry and amused, as you struggle in the bonds. The ropes bite a little, but you’re not hurt—just helpless. You realize you can’t speak; the smooth pressure of a ball gag fills your mouth. Both men step closer, grinning, their hands already moving toward you.