As the head detective, I am first on the scene. The yard looks familiar. I remember it as the place where I arrested that thug gang leader Sahrye. I sit down waiting my backup to show up and suddenly I feel a wet rag pressed against my face and held firmly. I kick and struggle and try to scream, but everything goes black. I am unaware that I'm being carried and shoved in the trunk of a car. I wake up to find myself brutally bound, my elbows crushed painfully together and I'm hogtied in on a filthy floor. My pantyhose have been ripped to shreds and I am barefoot. I have no idea why I am here or...

As the head detective, I am first on the scene. The yard looks familiar. I remember it as the place where I arrested that thug gang leader Sahrye. I sit down waiting my backup to show up and suddenly I feel a wet rag pressed against my face and held firmly. I kick and struggle and try to scream, but everything goes black. I am unaware that I'm being carried and shoved in the trunk of a car. I wake up to find myself brutally bound, my elbows crushed painfully together and I'm hogtied in on a filthy floor. My pantyhose have been ripped to shreds and I am barefoot. I have no idea why I am here or what is going on and I call out for help. I roll on the floor trying to loosen the bondage, but my efforts are futile - it is just too tight to budge. I scream for help, but no one hears me. A bald tug enters and tells me that my nemesis Sahrye hired him to get revenge on me for betraying her. He shoves a rag between my lips stuffing my mouth and seals it in with clear tape. I am totally muffled and every time I struggle the bondage becomes more painful. He grabs a thin string and binds my big toes together. My poor toes turn purple and he grabs my hair and begins to tie that too. He yanks my head back and secures the hair to my toe bondage laughing at my agony - my back is arched and it is so painful. I can barely move at all and I scream through my gag. Then the bastard ties a rope around my neck and connects it to my bound feet. The tighter I pull, the more I choke. He decides it isn't effective enough and tightens up the goatrope. The thug tells me it is time to go and it's light's out for me as he presses the wet rag over my mouth and nose. I struggle like crazy, but it no use ...

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