Other side of the scene

After I stepped out of my bathroom, freshly showered and wrapped in a towel, I double checked my house. Doors unlocked, halls cleared, furniture pulled out of the way… Everything was ready. Satisfied, I turned out the lights and went to bed. Or at least, I laid down in my bed, closed my eyes, and waited. Ashley, punctual as always, did not keep me waiting long. Not ten minutes after turning out the lights, I heard the faint sound of my front door opening, then closing.

I did not, to Ashley's credit, hear her as she moved throughout my house. Even when she entered my room, my own deep, steady breathing was the only thing I heard until I felt her slowly start peeling away my blanket. She was slow and careful, and I did my best to keep my breathing steady in order to preserve the illusion of sleep. The cool air of the room sent a shiver through my body as it met my nude flesh, but if Ashley noticed, she didn’t comment. Her soft hands took hold of my wrist, next, still gentle and methodical. I knew that I wasn’t supposed to be awake yet, so I let her slowly pull my wrist away from my body and up to the corner of the bed. Something soft but strong, likely some fabric or a rope, wrapped around my wrist next, securing it above my head, and securing me to the bed. Still, I dutifully slumbered on. My next wrist was secured in a similar fashion. Ashley took a deep breath, the first real noise I’d heard out of her tonight, then decided to really get things started.

Ashley’s left hand clamped down over my mouth just before her right hand slapped down with a loud clap onto my bare chest, effectively waking me with a start. I tried to communicate as much shock and terror as I could using just my eyes, while simultaneously getting my first good look at Ashley’s costume tonight.

Looking to outperform me on every angle, Ashley’s costume clearly communicated her role as a sexy cat burglar. She wore a simple domino mask to obscure her visage, but to emphasize the feline element of her costume, she had painted fake whiskers onto her cheeks and was wearing a cat-ear headband. She wore thin white gloves on her hands, and a black crop-top that looked like it had been wrapped around her upper body like a bandage. Long black pants and a pair of black tennis shoes completed the look, and I also noticed a canvas bag towards the foot of my bed, no doubt containing more ropes, and whatever else she had deemed necessary. Actually, knowing Ashley, it also probably contained whatever random decorations or valuables she had looted on her way to my room, for the sake of immersion.

A somewhat painful knee to the side of my ribcage caused me to wince and brought my focus back to Ashley herself, who was giving me a very stern look. “Listen up, pretty boy. You make one wrong move and I’m going to make you wish you were never born. Now don’t make me ask you again: Where are the goods?”

I gave Ashley a confused look and tried to mumble through the hand she was currently gagging me with. She gave a slightly embarrassed look before removing the hand and slapping me once on the cheek, just hard enough to sting. I took an appropriately dramatic breath to steady myself before delivering my line. “Goods? Look, ma’am, I don’t have anything that valuable here, I swear.”

Ashley was feeling particularly abusive tonight, because she slapped me again, a playful backhand to the other cheek this time. “Bullshit! Breaking in here wasn’t easy, alright, and so far, it hasn’t been worth the effort.” Her eyes flicked down my body, admiring the nude body on display below her. “So if you don’t have anything sparkly for me, why am I here?”

I gulped in fear. “L-look, I’m sorry. There’s a watch on the nightstand, you could-”

Ashley slapped my chest again. “Already got it. Not enough.” She pulled her hands away from me, and I struggled ineffectually against my wrist restraints, flexing and writhing for Ashley’s viewing pleasure. After a few moments of watching me squirm, she straddled my chest, pinning me in place as she looked down at me with a critical gaze. “Yeah, yeah, you’re real cute. But I’m not letting you go until I’m satisfied, got it?”

I nodded meekly, “I’ll do whatever you want, lady.”

Ashley’s eyes locked onto mine and she flashed me a vicious smile. “Damn right you will…”