At my local gym, it felt as though no matter when I went, Amber Skye was always there. At first, it was just a coincidence, but soon it began to feel a little too deliberate, almost as if she was watching me. It irked me to no end. One day, with bravado surging, I approached her, “Amber, if you truly are the epitome of fitness and agility, prove it.” Challenged, she agreed. Inside the quiet of the ladies' bathroom, I tightly taped her hands behind her back and her ankles, ensuring she was helpless and secured yet bound. Then, I blindfolded her. Her confident posture in her snug sports bra a...

At my local gym, it felt as though no matter when I went, Amber Skye was always there. At first, it was just a coincidence, but soon it began to feel a little too deliberate, almost as if she was watching me. It irked me to no end. One day, with bravado surging, I approached her, “Amber, if you truly are the epitome of fitness and agility, prove it.” Challenged, she agreed. Inside the quiet of the ladies' bathroom, I tightly taped her hands behind her back and her ankles, ensuring she was helpless and secured yet bound. Then, I blindfolded her. Her confident posture in her snug sports bra and jogging pants almost seemed defiant, challenging me back in silence.

I stepped back, intending to give her time for the escape challenge. But, just as I was about to leave, a muffled, unfamiliar voice echoed from somewhere deeper inside the bathroom. I strained to listen, suddenly uneasy. Amber's head tilted ever so slightly, her ears attuned to the sound as well. "Who's there?" she whispered, the first hint of vulnerability breaking through her usual confidence.