艾奥安妮，一位年轻且缺乏经验的实习生，深夜来到办公室。灯火阑珊，整栋楼都安静得可怕。她衣着整洁，身着白色衬衫、黑色迷你裙和透视紧身裤。当天早些时候，她那位显然焦躁不安的老板打来电话，给了她紧急指示：取出一个机密文件夹，保存到SD卡，并彻底清除电脑数据。

在温暖的台灯下，艾奥安妮[X_X]SD卡，开始传输数据。她的手指颤抖着。远处传来一阵微弱的回声——但她没有理会。

突然，两个蒙面男子悄无声息地出现在她身后。

“对不起，亲爱的。那台电脑不是你的。”其中一个戴着手套的手捂住她的嘴，低声说道。

艾奥安妮倒吸一口气，眼睛睁得大大的。终于被允许说话时，她结结巴巴地说，她只是在执行老板的命令——而且电脑已经被格式化了。

其中一个男人恼火地咒骂着，抓起一根绳子。他把她紧紧地绑在椅子上，另一个男人则开始在电脑上操作，试图阻止数据擦除。艾奥安妮挣扎着，一条围巾被塞进她的嘴里，另一条围巾紧紧地绑在她的牙齿之间，像一个劈开的口塞。

这两个男人很快意识到格式化无法阻止。他们愤怒地低声威胁，暂时离开了她，转而去办公室寻找其他贵重物品。

艾奥安妮抓住了唯一的机会，开始慢慢地向桌上的手机靠近。她用力挣脱，绳子却勒得她生疼——这是一个缓慢而疲惫的过程。就在她手指靠近手机的时候，这两个男人回来抓住了她。

他们的愤怒爆发了。数据丢失让他们怒不可遏，他们威胁要惩罚她。艾奥安妮吓坏了，解开了嘴，脱口而出说她把所有东西都备份到了SD卡上。

他们的情绪突然转变。一个人翻遍了她的包，找到了珍贵的SD卡。

但如果Ioanne指望他们能放了她，那她就错了。

他们把她从椅子上解开，结果却把她绑得更紧，这次是放在桌子上。她脚上的高跟鞋被脱掉，露出穿着连裤袜的纤纤玉足。

一条宽围巾紧紧地捂住她的嘴，在她脑后打结，紧紧地压在她的脸颊上——经典的OTM梗。

旁边的男人们低声交谈着，讨论着是要利用她作为筹码……还是彻底解决她。

Ioanne无助地拉扯着绳子。她的衬衫皱巴巴的，身体紧绷，但绳结牢牢地系着。最后，他们把她牢牢地捆了起来。

她再次孤身一人，用鼻子大口喘气，思绪万千。这一切——都只是为了帮老板一个忙。Ioanne, a young and inexperienced intern, arrives at her office late in the evening. The lights are off, the building eerily quiet. She's dressed smartly in a white blouse, a black miniskirt, and sheer tights. Earlier that day, her visibly agitated boss had called her with urgent instructions: retrieve a confidential folder, save it to an SD card, and wipe the computer clean.


Under the warm glow of her desk lamp, Ioanne inserts the SD card and begins the transfer. Her fingers tremble. Somewhere in the distance, a faint sound echoes—but she ignores it.


Suddenly, two masked men in appear silently behind her.


“Sorry, sweetheart. That computer isn’t yours,” one mutters as he clamps a gloved hand over her mouth.


Ioanne gasps, eyes wide. When finally allowed to speak, she stammers that she was only following her boss’s orders—and that the PC has already been formatted.


Frustrated, one of the men curses and grabs some rope. He ties her tightly to the chair while the other begins working on the computer, trying to stop the data wipe. As Ioanne squirms, a scarf is stuffed into her mouth and secured with another tied tightly as a cleave gag between her teeth.


The men soon realize the formatting cannot be stopped. Angry and muttering threats, they leave her alone briefly while they search the office for other valuables.


Seizing her only chance, Ioanne begins to inch toward the cell phone left on the desk. The ropes dig into her as she strains against them—it’s a slow, exhausting process. Just as her fingers near the phone, the men return and catch her.


Their frustration boils over. Furious that the data is lost, they threaten her with punishment. Terrified, Ioanne is ungagged and blurts out that she backed up everything onto the SD card.


Their mood shifts. One rummages through her bag and finds the precious SD card.


But if Ioanne hoped they'd release her, she was wrong.


Instead, they untie her from the chair—only to restrain her even more tightly, this time laid out on her desk. Her high-heeled pumps are removed, revealing her delicate, pantyhosed feet.


A wide scarf is then pulled tightly across her mouth and knotted at the back of her head, pressing firmly over her cheeks—a classic OTM gag.


The men speak in low tones nearby, debating whether to use her as leverage… or dispose of her entirely.


Ioanne tugs helplessly at the ropes. Her blouse is rumpled, her body tense, but the knots hold fast. Finally, they leave her in a strict hogtie.


Alone again, she breathes hard through her nose, her thoughts spiraling. All this—just for doing a favor for her boss.