Zoey's humiliation reached a new level when her unclothed body was perched on top of her kitchen island. Gagged with duct-tape, her legs folded by a waist-ankle rope-link, Zoey writhed cautiously on the narrow platform. Once Mr. Ski-Mask was certain that his nasty assignment was completed, he vanished after moving the long-legged nude onto a couch where she was left to arch in a cross-ankled hogtie, her slender bare feet flexing above her bound wrists.