How much time had passed since the incident, Latrice wondered as her eyes started to flutter open. Still blurry she couldn’t help as she groaned, trying to shift a bit in the seat. Quickly she was met with a resistance that scared her, that only cemented in the fact that something was wrong and she wasn’t at home. “W-What..” She breathed, looking a bout as her vision seemily taking it’s time to fully come back to her. Though when it did, she was met with an apartment she didn’t know and a mysterious figure. His words filled her ears about how she had declined to see his place but here they were. Flipping some of the hair from her face, she finally got a good look at his face. “Your.. you’re the guy from the shop that kept harassing me.”<br/><br/>Latrice had remembered this guy, he came in at least twice a week for the last month, trying to get her number or get her to hook up with him but she declined it each time. When a co worker questioned her about it, she said that he wasn’t ugly, she just wasn’t interested. But now she was here, supposedly at his place and strapped to something? Glancing down she realized then that she was tied to a wide chair, hands behind her and legs apart. Of course Latrice took a moment to struggle as her breathing quickened, afraid of what this meant. “P-Please just.. just let me go. I won’t tell anyone what happened, just.. please..” Tears started to well up behind her eyes as her tough exterior was replaced with that of a frightened animal instead.<br/><br/>Pulling away the best she could from his finger, she whimpered as he got closer, leaning into her body as he questioned her hunger. ‘Fun bits’ the words echoed in her mind as she shuddered at what that might entail, wondering just want this sick guy had going on in his mind. Soon she’d find out, as his fingers shifted under the fabric of her dress and pressed into her naked pelvis. ‘He took my underwear..’ she breathed to herself, leading her thoughts to question what he might have done when she was knocked out. “No.. please just stop, just let me go.” Despite the fact that she knew she wouldn’t get out of the ties around the chair, Latrice still struggled, fighting against her bonds as she tied to close her legs. “..no..please..”