She arrived in her Wonder Woman costume, black thigh-high boots hugging her legs, the golden tiara resting just above a playful but curious expression. The invite promised a small costume party — nothing wild, just “a little themed fun with close friends.” She knocked, heart fluttering with anticipation.
When he opened the door, something felt… off.
No costume. No drinks. Just him — standing casually, almost too calm, with the faintest smirk at the corner of his mouth.
“They’re just in the other room,” he said, gesturing toward a door at the end of the hall. “Go on in. I’ll be right there.”
She stepped inside, expecting laughter or music.
Instead, there was silence.
No guests. Just an empty room.
Then—his hand. Firm and sudden, clamping over her mouth from behind, dragging her back against his chest. Her gasp was muffled, body writhing in surprise. He whispered low and slow, voice like a lock clicking shut.
“There was never a party… only you.”
In the next moment, she was in his bedroom — shoved down onto the bed, wide-eyed and breathless. A large white ball gag was secured between her lips and buckled tight, silencing any protest. Her wrists were pulled behind her back and tightly taped together. Then her ankles… bound with strong, silver tape while she still wore the iconic red, blue, and gold of her costume…

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