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Ms. Sylvan is grading papers at home on a winter day, wearing a cable knit turtleneck sweater, black leggings and thick socks. She's still cold, and she reaches for another pair of scrunchy socks to put on. She doesn't hear the intruder enter her house and creep around, watching her. Suddenly, she has a pair of socks over her hands, and duct tape binding her chest, wrists, ankles, and knees. She confronts her attacker, who is a form...

This was a custom video commission but no names were used. Looking to know more about customs? Email me! My contact information is on the left sidebar.

Ms. Sylvan is grading papers at home on a winter day, wearing a cable knit turtleneck sweater, black leggings and thick socks. She's still cold, and she reaches for another pair of scrunchy socks to put on. She doesn't hear the intruder enter her house and creep around, watching her. Suddenly, she has a pair of socks over her hands, and duct tape binding her chest, wrists, ankles, and knees. She confronts her attacker, who is a former student. She tries to de-escalate the situation, to no avail. Ms. Sylvan goes through a whole range of emotions as she struggles to get free and barter with her assailant. He takes out a pair of her panties as she screams and stuffs her mouth with it. Then she is duct taped around her whole head and she can't scream anymore. She struggles and writhes, desperately trying to break her bonds and failing.