那美人无助地在冰冷的硬木地板上扭动着身子；银色的胶带将她的身体扭曲成麻花状。她的手腕被反绑在背后，粗大的胶带缠绕在大腿上，将她牢牢地束缚住。每一次绝望的挣扎都只会让胶带勒得更深，随着她在地板上的摇晃，胶带发出刺耳的嘎吱声。她的嘴被一块粗糙闪亮的胶带封住，胶带宽大地贴在她的嘴唇上，将她疯狂的呻吟声变成了可怜的、鼻音很重的呜咽。汗水在她皮肤上闪闪发光，几缕头发粘在她绯红的脸颊上，她愤怒的大眼睛朝着门口猛地扫视着，徒劳地扭动着……

房地产经纪人罗克西，作为她另一份职业——侦探——的完美掩护，自然而然地，她在工作中促成了不少见不得光的交易，但这一次从一开始就感觉不同寻常。那些找她帮忙的“本地投资者”个个身材魁梧，行动如狼——安静、警惕，时刻警惕着出口。她告诉自己，这不过是又一次高佣金的房产翻新交易。然而，她内心深处却有个声音在呐喊：这栋光鲜亮丽的海滨别墅，绝非周末烧烤聚会的场所。

她找了个借口，现在却发现自己身处一间办公室，正在搜寻线索……房间已被改造成走私指挥中心。敞开的档案柜里散落着成捆的现金，还有用纸包得严严实实的小块东西，显然是违禁品。一张临时拼凑的桌子上，飘动着写有海外账户号码的文件。中奖了。这笔意外之财，要么能让她一飞冲天，要么会让她彻底完蛋。

她正努力记住证据，双手颤抖，这时，身后的地板发出吱呀一声。

她猛地转身。手下就在她身后，表情冷漠。“背后有骗子……”

一双有力的手迅速撕掉了胶带。她的脚踝先被绑在一起，然后手腕被反绑在背后。他冷酷无情地用银色胶带缠住她的大腿，紧紧地勒住，让她连跳都跳不了。三条宽胶带封住了她的嘴——光滑、无情，而且绝对不会发出任何声音。罗克西睁大眼睛，透过嘴里的胶带瞪着他，他后退一步欣赏自己的杰作。

“别动，”他低吼道，然后把她一个人留在卧室的地板上。

接下来的二十分钟里，她疯狂地扭动翻滚，胶带发出吱嘎声，却纹丝不动。他回来后，蹲在她身边，轻轻地撕开嘴里的胶带，让她开口说话。

“还有谁知道你在这里？”

罗克西一言不发，只是用鼻子急促地喘着气。

他叹了口气，似乎有些失望，又给她嘴上贴了一层更紧的胶带。“回答错误。”

夜色渐深。他又两次查看她的情况，每次都随着楼下“客人”的到来而加固胶带。胶带现在缠住了她的胸口，将她的双臂更紧地固定在身上。她的双腿从脚踝到臀部都被牢牢地捆了起来。嘴里的塞子变成了一块厚重的垫子，让她所有绝望的呼喊都变成了可怜的低语。

尽管如此，她仍在挣扎——弓着身子，踢着腿，使劲挣扎——直到汗珠在她额头上渗出，头发黏在脸上。The beauty writhed helplessly on the cold hardwood floor; her body twisted into a pretzel courtesy of silver duct tape. Her wrists were taped behind her back, while thick bands around her thighs locked her in even tighter. Every desperate struggle only made the tape bite deeper, creaking loudly as she rocked it down there on the floor. Her mouth was sealed under a cruel, shiny panel of duct tape stretched wide across her lips, muffling her frantic grunts into pathetic, nasal whimpers. Sweat glistened on her skin, strands of hair stuck to her flushed cheeks, and her wide, furious eyes darted toward the door as she bucked and twisted… uselessly…


Real Estate Agent, Roxxi, the prefect cover for her OTHER job as a detective, had in the line of duty, naturally, closed plenty of shady deals, but this one felt different from the start. The “local investors” requesting her services were built like linebackers and moved like wolves—quiet, watchful, always scanning the exits. She told herself it was just another high-commission flip. Deep down, though, her instincts screamed that the sleek waterfront property was never meant for weekend barbecues.


She’d made her excuses and now found herself in an office, looking for clues…The room had been transformed into a smuggling command center. Open filing cabinets spilled out stacks of cash and small, tightly wrapped bricks of something that definitely wasn’t legal. Documents with offshore account numbers fluttered on a makeshift table. Jackpot. The kind of jackpot that could either make her career or end it.


She was memorizing evidence fast as her shaking hands allowed when a floorboard creaked directly behind her


She spun around. The henchman was behind her, expression cold. Persuader in back…


Strong hands made quick work of the tape. Her ankles were lashed together first, then her wrists pinned behind her back. He wound the silver duct tape around her thighs with ruthless efficiency, cinching them tight so she couldn’t even hop. Three wide strips sealed her mouth—smooth, merciless, and perfectly silent. Roxxi’s wide eyes glared at him over the gag as he stepped back to admire his work.


“Stay put,” he growled, and left her alone on the bedroom floor.


For twenty frantic minutes she twisted and rolled, the tape creaking but refusing to yield. When he returned, he crouched beside her and peeled the gag down just enough to speak.


“Who else knows you’re here?”


Roxxi said nothing, breathing hard through her nose.


He sighed, almost disappointed, and slapped a fresh, even tighter layer of tape over her mouth. “Wrong answer.”


The evening grew darker. Twice more he checked on her, each time adding more as the “guests” began arriving downstairs. Tape now circled her chest, pinning her arms harder against her body. Her legs were mummified from ankles to hips. The gag became a thick, heavy pad that muffled every desperate sound into pathetic little mumbles.


Still, she fought—arching, kicking, straining—until sweat beaded on her forehead and her hair stuck to her face.