房子里安静得可怕。太安静了。索菲亚皱着眉头，打开了灯。客厅里一切都完好无损，但总感觉哪里不对劲。空气中弥漫着一股淡淡的香烟味，陌生而令人不安。她喊了一声：“有人吗？”她的声音回荡着，却没有人回应。她往屋子深处走去，赤脚轻轻地踏在硬木地板上，心跳加速。
有人来过这里。她四处张望，寻找入侵者的踪迹。就在这时，她听到了——身后传来一声吱嘎声。她屏住了呼吸。她僵住了，本能地想要逃跑，但她的双脚却感觉像被钉在了原地。
她还没来得及反应，一只强有力的手就从后面捂住了她的嘴。索菲亚惊恐地睁大了眼睛，她被猛地转过身，后背紧贴着一个宽阔的胸膛。一个粗哑的声音在她耳边低吼：“别叫。照我说的做，你不会受伤。”
她被推向客厅，心脏怦怦直跳。闯入者——一个高大、肌肉发达、兜帽拉得很低的男人——把她推倒在椅子上。索菲亚坐着，双腿颤抖，思绪飞转。她想说话，但那人把一块布塞进她的嘴里，紧紧地攥在嘴唇之间。她压抑的抗议毫无用处，因为他把布牢牢地绑在她脑后，让她被堵住嘴，无助地站着。
接下来，他拿出一卷绳子，动作熟练而高效。索菲亚的手腕被绑在身后，粗糙的纤维勒进她的皮肤。她的脚踝被绑在椅子腿上，两腿大张，让她暴露在外，毫无防备。她挣扎着挣脱束缚，胸口剧烈起伏，恐慌袭来。男人后退一步，深邃的眸子扫视着她，嘴角露出一丝笑意。“别动，”他低沉而带着威胁地警告道。The house was eerily quiet. Too quiet. Sofia's brow furrowed as she flicked on the lights. The living room was untouched, but something felt off. A faint scent of cigarette smoke lingered in the air, foreign and unsettling. She called out, “Hello?” Her voice echoed, but there was no response. Her heart quickened as she moved deeper into the house, her bare feet padding softly against the hardwood floors.
Someone had been here. Her eyes darted around, searching for any sign of the intruder. That's when she heard it—a creak from behin. Her breath caught in her throat. She froze, her instincts screaming at her to run, but her feet felt rooted to the spot.
Before she could react, a strong hand clamped over her mouth from behind. Sofia's eyes widened in terror as she was spun around, her back pressed against a broad chest. A rough voice growled in her ear, “Don't scream. Just do as I say, and you won't get hurt.”
Her heart pounded in her chest as she was pushed toward the living room. The intruder—a tall, muscular man with a hood pulled low over his face—shoved her into a chair. Sofia's legs trembled as she sat, her mind racing. She tried to speak, but the man shoved a cloth into her mouth, folding it tightly between her lips. Her muffled protests were useless as he tied it securely behind her head, leaving her cleave-gagged and helpless.
Next, he produced a coil of rope, his movements efficient and practiced. Sofia's wrists were bound behind her back, the rough fibers biting into her skin. Her ankles were tied to the legs of the chair, spread wide apart, leaving her exposed and vulnerable. She struggled against the restraints, her chest heaving as panic set in. The man stepped back, his dark eyes scanning her, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Stay put,” he warned, his voice low and menacing.