塔蒂被派去执行一项秘密任务。她要去一名中央情报局特工的住所取回一个硬盘，里面存有所有在外执行任务的特工的名单。她撬开锁，悄无声息地溜了进去，凭借多年训练练就的娴熟技巧，她穿梭于各个房间。她找到硬盘，小心翼翼地塞进衣服里，然后走向出口。

就在她走到门口时，那名特工突然出现在她身后，一把捂住了她的嘴。

片刻之后，塔蒂就被胶带绑在了地上，而她之前差点就逃脱了。她的双腿被紧紧地绑在一起，一条厚厚的胶带封住了她的嘴，并缠绕在她的头上，使她的脸颊在头套下鼓了起来，她的手腕也被牢牢地绑在背后。她扭动着身体，挣扎着，试图解开每一个绳结。

那名特工蹲在她身边，抓住她的下巴，狠狠地扇了她一巴掌。 “这可不是第一个来偷我秘密的小偷，”他冷笑着说。他的手顺着她的身体向下移动，肆无忌惮地在她两腿间摩挲，布料摩擦着她凸起的骆驼趾。他用脚踩住她的脖子，俯身靠近。“别再回来了。”

他把她拽起来，让她靠在墙上，隔着紧身衣慢慢地揉捏她的胸部，看着她怒目而视。然后他把她放回地上，完成了最后的捆绑：用胶带把她的手腕和脚踝绑在一起，把她牢牢地捆成猪蹄状。

他站在她上方，看着她扭动挣扎，身体弓起扭动，试图挣脱牢不可破的束缚，他轻声笑着。他用拇指轻轻地抚过她缠着胶带的脸颊，动作近乎温柔。塔蒂又挣扎了一会儿，被堵住嘴的布条发出闷哼声，但她的动作渐渐慢了下来，呼吸也平稳了。她停止了反抗，任由胶带将她完全束缚住，无力地倒在被抓住的地板上。Tatti has been sent on a secret mission. She’s heading to a CIA agent’s house to retrieve a hard drive containing the names of active agents in the field. She picks the lock and slips inside, moving silently through the rooms with all the skill years of training have given her. She finds the hard drive, tucks it securely into her outfit, and heads for the exit.

Just as she reaches the door, the agent appears behind her and clamps a firm hand over her mouth.

Moments later, Tatti is tape-bound right there on the floor where she almost escaped. Her legs are wrapped tightly together, a thick strip of tape pressed over her mouth and wrapped around her head makes her cheeks bulge beneath her balaclava, and her wrists are taped securely behind her back. She writhes and squirms, testing every knot.

The agent crouches beside her, grabs her chin, and gives her a sharp slap across the face. “Not the first thief who’s come for my secrets,” he says with a smirk. His hand trails down her body, openly rubbing between her legs, pressing the fabric against her camel toe. He plants a foot on her neck and leans in. “Don’t come back.”

He hauls her up, props her against the wall, and takes his time groping her breasts through the tight outfit, watching her glare. Then he lowers her back to the floor and finishes the job: more tape connects her wrists to her ankles, locking her in a strict hogtie.

He stands over her, laughing softly as she wriggles, her body arching and twisting against the unyielding bonds. He brushes a thumb across her taped cheek, almost tenderly. Tatti fights for a while longer, muffled grunts escaping the gag, but gradually her movements slow. Her breathing steadies. She stops resisting and lets the tape hold her completely, defeated on the floor where she was caught.