Escape

Mia inhaled sharply and began to move faster, her body slipping between the first few strands of silk. Her movements grew fluid, almost feline — every muscle tightening, stretching, bending as she pushed herself through the narrow gaps.

A single strand glimmered inches from her arm. She twisted just in time, breath held, heart hammering. For a moment, the air itself seemed to tremble with the closeness of her escape.

Behind her, the model watched in silence — then a low, appreciative hum slipped past her lips. Her gaze traced the curve of Mia’s body, lingering as Mia arched her back to avoid another thread.

“Mmm…” The model’s voice rolled like warm honey, smooth and dangerous. “Look at you — all grace and instinct. You move like you’ve done this before.”

Her eyes narrowed with predatory delight, settling on the perfect line of Mia’s body as she stretched past the next silken trap. “Keep arching that pretty little back,” the model teased softly, “and I might just forget this is supposed to be a challenge.”

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Mia: Fully dressed — hoodie, t-shirt, shorts, sports bra, thong, socks, sneakers.

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