In the isolated room, Miss M had a man, dressed in a Manchester United football kit, he was tightly bound and taped up like a present waiting to be opened.

The blindfold over his eyes and the compression bandage over his mouth rendered him completely helpless, unable to see or speak.

A wicked smile played on her lips as she relished in the power she held over him, knowing she would use him for her twisted pleasure later on.

But for now, she wanted to watch his futile struggles on the large TV screen as she entertained another male guest.

The small room se...

In the isolated room, Miss M had a man, dressed in a Manchester United football kit, he was tightly bound and taped up like a present waiting to be opened.

The blindfold over his eyes and the compression bandage over his mouth rendered him completely helpless, unable to see or speak.

A wicked smile played on her lips as she relished in the power she held over him, knowing she would use him for her twisted pleasure later on.

But for now, she wanted to watch his futile struggles on the large TV screen as she entertained another male guest.

The small room seemed to shrink with each passing moment, the absence of any way for the captive to escape only highlighting Miss M's cruel intentions and the helpless state of her victim.

His muffled moans and the tape creaking filled the air, creating an eerie symphony that only added to the scene. How long would he be left like this? He could only wonder as he lay there, a mere plaything at Miss M's mercy.

But one thing was certain: once she had used up her current guest, she would be back to use him in whatever twisted ways her mind could conjure.