夜幕降临，柔和的光芒透过一栋时尚住宅的高窗洒落下来，这栋住宅坐落在一条静谧的街道上。屋内，气氛轻松惬意。斯嘉丽·罗斯和劳伦·赖斯——两位身着闪亮丝滑睡衣的迷人棕发女郎——蜷缩在舒适的卧室里。摇曳的光线在她们睡衣的缎面面料上舞动。她们的笑声响彻整个房间，无忧无虑，浑然不觉。
斯嘉丽倚靠在天鹅绒床头板上，双腿蜷缩在身下，而劳伦则显得更加焦躁不安，带着顽皮的笑容朝门口走去。
“我要给我们做点烈酒，”劳伦揶揄道，一只手捋了捋凌乱的黑发。“别动。”
斯嘉丽给了她一个飞吻，然后更加放松地窝进枕头里，完全放松下来。
劳伦沿着走廊走去，镜头在昏暗的卧室里停留了一会儿，然后切换……一个影子在走廊边缘静静地移动——有什么东西——或者说有人——已经在里面了。
在厨房里，劳伦烧水，丝毫没有注意到身后悄无声息地出现了一个人影。她还没来得及转身，一只手就捂住了她的嘴。她被拖进了阴影里，震惊地睁大了眼睛。一条丝巾被勒在她的嘴唇之间，紧紧地绑在脑后，掩盖了她惊恐的哭喊声。入侵者动作迅速，用绳子绑住她的手腕和脚踝，然后紧紧地绑在一起，像一个四肢捆绑。她无助地躺在冰冷的早餐长凳上，几乎动弹不得。她被堵着嘴，睁大着眼睛，胸口起伏着，她试着用绳子捆住自己。
时间流逝。卧室里，斯嘉丽看了一眼钟，对劳伦花了这么长时间感到困惑。她把腿摆到床上，理了理睡衣的带子，然后光着脚，好奇地走进走廊。
“劳伦？”她喊道。
但她还没等得到回答，入侵者就再次出击。
斯嘉丽被人从后面抓住，一只手捂住她的尖叫声，她被拖进了厨房。镜头快速切换，令人眼花缭乱——斯嘉丽挣扎着，绳子缠绕着她的四肢，嘴里塞着东西。下一刻，两个女人并排躺在餐桌上，四肢被捆绑，嘴里塞着东西，无助无助。
镜头缓缓拉远。劳伦和斯嘉丽扭动着身子，试图挣脱，她们丝绸般的睡衣在昏暗的光线下显得格外醒目。她们的目光四处扫视，寻找着任何东西——任何希望的迹象。但唯一的声音只有她们低沉的呼吸声和远处冰箱的嗡嗡声。Night has settled over the city, casting a soft glow through the tall windows of a stylish home tucked away on a quiet street. Inside, the mood is relaxed and indulgent. Scarlett Rose and Lauren Rice—two stunning brunettes draped in shimmering, silky nighties—are curled up together in a cozy bedroom. The flickering of light dances along the satin fabric of their sleepwear. Their laughter fills the room, carefree and unaware.
Scarlett lounges against a velvet headboard, legs tucked beneath her, while Lauren, more restless, paces toward the doorway with a playful grin.
“I’m going to make us something strong, ” Lauren teases, running a hand through her tousled dark hair. “Stay put.”
Scarlett blows her a kiss and settles deeper into the pillows, completely at ease.
As Lauren heads down the hallway, the camera lingers for a moment in the dim bedroom, then shifts… to a shadow moving silently at the edge of the hallway—something—or someone—is already inside.
Down in the kitchen, Lauren puts the kettle on, unaware of the figure silently emerging behind her. Before she can turn around, a hand clamps over her mouth. Her eyes widen in shock as she's dragged backward into the shadows. A silk scarf is secured between her lips and tied tightly behind her head, muffling her startled cries. The intruder works quickly, binding her wrists and ankles with rope, then tightening the restraints into a compact hogtie. She's helpless, barely able to squirm, left lying on the cold surface of the breakfast bench. Her chest rises and falls as she tests her bonds, gagged and wide-eyed.
Time passes. In the bedroom, Scarlett glances at the clock, confused by how long Lauren is taking. She swings her legs over the bed and adjusts the straps of her nightie before stepping into the hallway, barefoot and curious.
“Lauren?” she calls out.
But before she gets an answer, the intruder strikes again.
Scarlett is grabbed from behind, a hand smothering her scream as she's dragged into the kitchen. The camera cuts between quick, disorienting flashes—Scarlett struggling, rope winding around her limbs, the gag pulled tightly between her lips. The next moment, both women lie next to each other on the kitchen table, hogtied, gagged, and helpless.
The camera pans out slowly. Lauren and Scarlett twist and squirm, trying to free themselves, their silky nightwear catching the low light. Their eyes dart around, looking for anything—any sign of hope. But the only sound is their muffled breathing and the distant hum of a refrigerator.