莎拉·怀尔德是全美最令人敬畏的法官之一——才华横溢、无所畏惧，而且性感迷人。她穿着名牌高跟鞋，身材姣好，紧身缎面衬衫和迷你裙勾勒出她雕塑般的轮廓，让她成为了所有她遇到的犯罪头目的噩梦。

但今晚，猎人成了猎物。

当她被带往另一个秘密地点，继续调查一个强大的犯罪组织时，莎拉感觉到有些不对劲。原本应该在法庭的地堡空无一人，昏暗的灯光下散发着奇怪的光芒。没有文件，没有电脑，只有一张布满灰尘的桌子……和一部旧手机。

当她拿起听筒时，迎接她的只有一片寂静。然后——背叛。她自己的保镖突然用手捂住了她的嘴。她瞪大了眼睛，震惊得语无伦次。

他变节了。

他冷静而残忍地制服了这位性感的治安官，开始用紧绳将她的手腕反绑在身后。莎拉试图与他争辩，命令他，提出交易——但她的话很快就被厚厚的银色胶带封住了。她美丽而威严的眼神中充满了怀疑和愤怒，她的胸部被紧紧地勒在衬衫上，命运的屈辱转折中凸显出她丰满的曲线。

“他来抓你了，”叛徒低声说道，然后把她压在桌子上，撩起她的裙子露出丁字裤，转身离开。

托尼·休斯顿出现了——他戴着面具，沉默不语，正是莎拉准备起诉的那个人。现在，形势逆转。他仔细检查了她，摸了摸她的绳索，在她扭动的时候重新将她牢牢地绑了起来。她的高跟鞋被脱掉。她赤脚躺在地板上，优雅的身影变得沉默，却依然散发着强烈的反抗。

她挣扎着，爬向沙发，爬向电话——无论什么都行。但逃脱是不可能的。她运动健壮的双腿扭动着，绳索勒紧她结实的肌肉，胶带塞住她每一次反抗的呼吸。

休斯顿回来了。这一次，他让她坐在椅子上，并升级了她的塞口——一个塞满东西的劈开物，以压制任何一丝权威。然后，他把一把剪刀放在她视线范围内，嘲讽着她。莎拉坚定地扭动着身子，即使被绳索勒住，也依然充满自信。但剪刀离她太远了。Sarah Wild is one of the most formidable magistrates in the country — brilliant, fearless, and undeniably sexy. With her legs wrapped in designer heels and her sculpted silhouette framed by a tight satin blouse and miniskirt, she has become the nightmare of every crime boss she's ever faced.


But tonight, the hunter becomes the prey.


While being carried to yet another secret location to continue her investigation on a powerful criminal organization, Sarah senses something is wrong. The supposed courtroom bunker is empty, dimly lit by a strange ambient glow. No documents. No computers. Just a dusty desk… and an old phone.


When she picks up the receiver, only silence greets her. Then — betrayal. Her own bodyguard suddenly clamps a hand over her mouth. Her eyes go wide. Her voice, muffled in shock.


He’s switched sides.


With calm cruelty, he overpowers the sexy magistrate and begins binding her wrists behind her back with tight rope. Sarah tries to argue, to command him, to offer deals — but her words are soon sealed behind a thick strip of silver tape. Her beautiful, commanding eyes fill with disbelief and fury as her chest is tightly roped over her blouse, accentuating her curves in a humiliating twist of fate.


“He’s coming for you,” the traitor whispers before bending her over the desk, lifting her skirt to expose her thong, and walking away.


Enter Tony Houston — masked, silent, and one of the very men Sarah had been preparing to prosecute. Now, the tables are turned. He inspects her, touches her ropes, and re-binds her thoroughly while she squirms. Her heels are removed. She is placed barefoot on the floor, a vision of elegance reduced to silence, yet still radiating fierce resistance.


She struggles, crawling toward the couch, toward the phone — anything. But escape is impossible. Her athletic legs twist, ropes stretch against her toned muscles, her tape gag muffling every defiant breath.


Houston returns. This time, he seats her in a chair and upgrades her gag — a stuffed cleave to suppress any trace of authority. Then he leaves a pair of scissors just within sight, mocking her. Sarah wriggles with determination, dripping confidence even in ropes. But the scissors are too far.