Follow Jill to her room. (Binding)

Jill had had the worst day she could remember having in years! Her carefully constructed plans for the perfect spring break, skiing at a mountain resort with her girlfriends, was falling apart. Even small joys like veering off the crowded highway to take a fast, fancy car speeding down a winding forest road had been denied due to unreliable battery life estimates and downright deceitful GPS directions. The trip was ruined!

Once Britney and Dawn had left the living room, Jill followed soon after. She wasn’t tired, just spent. She wanted to be alone and do nothing. She slammed the door to the room she had picked for herself, and checked the time on her phone. She was actually disappointed that it was just a little too early to go to sleep. She threw herself down on top of the bed still in her clothes, and set her glasses on top of her phone on the nightstand. She shut her eyes and rubbed her forehead, trying to decide what she even wanted to do.

After a few minutes, she groped around on the nightstand for her glasses. She didn’t feel them. Frustrated, she lifted up her head to see where they had gone to. Both items were sitting on the far side of the nightstand from her. That was strange. She was certain she had put them on the side closer to her. Whatever.

She got up, meaning to grab some of her personal items from her bag. But as soon as she came around to the foot of the bed and laid eyes on it, she stopped short. The bag was open, with a couple of her socks and bras spilling out. She was almost certain she hadn’t opened it. Had one of the girls been snooping around? Without her noticing? How? She squatted down and started sorting through her things. Nothing seemed to be missing. Had it just been open this whole time, and a few things had spilled when she had thrown it down on the floor?

But when she stood up and turned toward the bed, she gasped! The whole left side of the bed was disheveled, with the corner of the sheets pulled down, as if someone had been laying there. She had laid down only on the right side, and she hadn’t touched the sheets. The bed had been neatly made; she was sure of it! Was she losing her mind?

That was when she heard a crash behind her. She looked to see that some of the items had fallen off the desk on the other side of the room, including some books, a lamp, and some random ornaments. That lamp had NOT been precariously set at all! Something had knocked those things off!

Viola was starting to have a little fun! Moving random objects was child’s play, not to mention incredibly cliché, but it had been a long time since she had had any reason to interact with the physical objects in her house. Maybe it would be good to warm up for a minute. She would get to the good stuff soon.

Heart pounding, Jill looked around the room to see what could have done that. She couldn’t see a single thing, but that wasn’t nearly enough to convince her she was alone and safe in this room. Jill crept toward the closed door to her room, wanting to be out of there as fast as possible, but too afraid to make any noise.

As she quietly stepped past the window, the drapes seemed to be blowing in a draft she couldn’t feel. But the window was shut! She hurried away from the window, but as soon as she turned her back on it, she felt one of the drapes brush past her cheek. That was enough! Done with stealth, she tried to make a bolt for the door, but before she could take a single step, she felt the fabric wrap itself tightly around her mouth, restraining her and stifling any attempt at screaming!

Viola had her! As the woman wrestled to free herself from the drape, she looked, or more accurately felt, around the room for more objects to use. There were several power cords to appliances: a fan, an iron, and a few spare lamps. There were the fabric belts from a couple of bathrobes in the closet which were long enough to tie around her. There were the various decorations around the room which could weigh her down or be used for… other means. The bedsheets were wide enough to wrap her up from head to toe, and of course the items the woman had brought in with her provided a few new possibilities. So may options! She could tie her spread-eagle to the bed posts and spank her with a candlestick, or hogtie her on the floor and tickle her feet with feathers. This was going to be fun!