Anna comes back from a relaxing day at the beach, her skin still warm from the sun, sand dusting her legs. She's wearing a small thong bikini, the straps hugging her curves as she steps into her house. The moment she walks in, though, she feels a strange tension in the air. Her stomach drops.

Someone's broken in.

Before she can react, she hears him. No words, just the threat he carries as her hands go up automatically. He motions toward her, his gaze sharp, making it clear what he wants-her bikini. She tries to keep calm, promising she won't chase after him if he just leaves...

Anna comes back from a relaxing day at the beach, her skin still warm from the sun, sand dusting her legs. She's wearing a small thong bikini, the straps hugging her curves as she steps into her house. The moment she walks in, though, she feels a strange tension in the air. Her stomach drops.

Someone's broken in.

Before she can react, she hears him. No words, just the threat he carries as her hands go up automatically. He motions toward her, his gaze sharp, making it clear what he wants-her bikini. She tries to keep calm, promising she won't chase after him if he just leaves, but the silent demand remains. She unties her top, letting it slip from her fingers, then slowly peels off the thong, standing there, vulnerable and exposed.

But he isn't done. There's one more thing to do.

Anna is tied against the closed door, her arms stretched above her head, hands bound together with rope that's threaded through the door's top, keeping her in place. Her legs are tied tightly at the ankles, leaving her no room to move, a cleave gag in her mouth stifling her voice. She twists and struggles, her body writhing, hoping to find some slack in the rope binding her ankles. But no matter how much she tries, she can't break free.

Just then, Tyler and Lana walk in, still glowing from your own time at the beach, also wearing thong bikinis. The sight of Anna tied up against the door startles you both.

"What happened?" Tyler ask, approaching her cautiously. She mumbles through the gag, desperate to tell you what occurred. As you reach to untie her, though, a sound behind you sends a chill down your spine.

Tyler turn around, and there he is-the robber hasn't left after all. Your hands rise instinctively as you realize what's coming next.

Now Tyler and Lana are tied to chairs, hands bound behind you, legs spread wide and ankles tied to the chair legs. Both gagged just like Anna was, helpless and unable to move. They struggle, trying to break free, but the ropes are too tight. Each twist and turn just seems to make them dig deeper into skin.

After what feels like forever, Anna finally manages to free herself. She rushes to call the cops before untying Tyler and Lana. Tyler rub her wrists, trying to shake off the shock of the whole thing.

It was terrifying-but as you exchange a look with Anna and Lana, there's an undeniable thrill that lingers in the air.

"That was... intense," you say, half-joking as you stretch out.

Anna laughs, shaking her head. "He might come back..."

The three of you chuckle, the absurdity of the situation hitting all at once.