Sarah thrashes against the ROPES, her WRISTS already raw from her futile efforts to break free. Wolf had left her alone in the dimly lit room, her body BOUND with expert precision into an uncomfortable arch. The ROPES dig into her skin, leaving angry red marks that will fade eventually, but right now, they're a testament to her desperation. The cool air brushes against her exposed skin, sending a shiver down her spine. She can feel the heat between her thighs, a strange mix of fear and arousal that she can't quite explain. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her lungs burning with the effort...

Sarah thrashes against the ROPES, her WRISTS already raw from her futile efforts to break free. Wolf had left her alone in the dimly lit room, her body BOUND with expert precision into an uncomfortable arch. The ROPES dig into her skin, leaving angry red marks that will fade eventually, but right now, they're a testament to her desperation. The cool air brushes against her exposed skin, sending a shiver down her spine. She can feel the heat between her thighs, a strange mix of fear and arousal that she can't quite explain. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her lungs burning with the effort of her STRUGGLE. She can taste the panic in the back of her throat, but there's something else too, something sweet and heady. She wriggles her hips, feeling the friction against her wet panties, a moan escaping her lips despite her best efforts to stay quiet. The ROPES creak and groan as she pulls against them, the sound echoing in the empty room. Her skin is slick with sweat, her body contorting in ways she never thought possible. She can feel her heart pounding in her chest, the rhythm matching the throb between her legs. She throws her head back, her hair cascading down her back, the cool strands a stark contrast to the heat of her BODY. Her NIPPLES are hard, rubbing against the silk of her blouse, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. She can't stop the low whimper that escapes her, a sound of both frustration and desire. Her body is aching, her muscles screaming in protest, but she can't stop. Not yet. Not until Wolf comes back. Not until he sees what he's done to her. She's not sure if she wants him to UNTIE her or not. There's a part of her that loves the sensation of being HELPLESS, of being at his MERCY!!!