Panic and try to flee

You want to stay calm, but the direness of the situation is causing you to panic. Irrational thoughts start rushing through your mind as you work out what to do.

~Crap, you probably killed him. Marlow. What were you thinking? He explicitly told you to stay still and let HIM do all the work. He was pretty old already, so you probably overexcited him and gave him a heart-attack~

There is absolutely no way you can help your landlord out while you're bound and blindfolded like this, so that means he is going to die unless you manage to call out for help. And while you could hop over to the door and start screaming... Uhm...

~Crap~

You really feel like you should do the right thing, but you also imagine what the emergency services would say if they found you here naked and bound next to your dead landlord. What would the other tenants say? Would rumors spread? Would you die of embarrassment as everyone learns you were sleeping with the old man to pay the rent? And would they hold you responsible for his ****?

~None of that must be allowed to happen~

Terror has now fully gripped your heart, pushing every rational thought aside and making you **** to get out of here more than anything. If you could just make it back to your own room, the police might think your landlord died while jerking off or something. Maybe you could even make it look like you were never here?

~But how? First thing's first. I need to get out of here~

Your fear gives you surprising strength, and you manage to shake your landlord's body off, ensuring his corpse remains on his stomach as to not tamper with it too much. You have to make sure nobody expects you were here, or else people will find out what really transpired. Next you throw your bound legs over the edge of the couch in order to stand up. You're obviously in no condition to walk with your legs still tied, but perhaps you can still hop around.

Luckily you have most on your belongings on you, even if your breasts are spilling out of your corset and your panties and dress are halfway up your ankles. You hop around while blindly trying to locate your shoes, until you manage to stomp one flat under your feet. You gently squat down, using your hands - still tied behind you - to pick the pair up. Then you rapidly start hopping towards where you think the door should be, painfully slamming into a wall at least twice before you manage to locate it. You turn around in order to reach the handle behind your back, but then hesitate.

~What if someone is in the hallway? Absolutely nobody can see me like this~

You open the door very gently, trying to listen if you can hear someone through the gap. After a minute of listening you don't hear anything but your wild heartbeat, so you quickly hop out and close the door with your shoulder. The moment it slams shut you realize there is no turning back now.

~This is absolutely the stupidest thing I've ever done~

You are filled with adrenaline as you hop blindly along the hallway, keeping the pace up and your shoulder against the wall until you manage to reach the stairs up. You don't want to break your neck hopping up the stairs, so instead you turn around and sit down on the first step. Then you push your legs forth and scoot up to the next one, one by one until you're at the top - likely spreading a slimy trail of semen on every step. You move as fast as you can, constantly fearing that someone might walk by.

~What the fuck were you thinking, Marlow?~

Once at the top you hurriedly stand back up, hopping along and following the wall until you think you've reached your apartment. At least, you really hope this is your apartment. The last thing you need is your neighboring tenant hearing you fumbling your keys around in his lock and coming out to see you in this state.

~People will find out. The police will ask questions. How can I ever hope to explain this?~

With great effort you manage to retrieve your apartment keys from the tiny subtle pocket in your corset. You turn your back towards the door and desperately fumble behind you with the lock for an unnervingly long time, feeling like you want to die and sink through the floor. At any moment someone could show up and see you; blindfolded and tied up at wrists and ankles, your panties halfway around your legs and likely dripping semen everywhere.

Finally you manage to get the key in the lock, and to your relief it clicks open easily as you apply some pressure with your back... Except you lose your balance as the door swings open fully inwards, and you tumble backwards into your apartment and lose your grasp on the key which remains in the lock. You land with a smack on the floor of your apartment, hastily kicking the door closed.

~Well, I made it back. Now I just need to free myself~

You get back up and resume hopping. At least you've navigated your apartment in the dark often enough to easily find your way to the kitchen. You locate your knife set, standing on your toes and reaching over to slide a knife out of the holster using your hands still tied behind your back.

It isn't easy trying to cut the ropes like this, but after a few minutes of desperately pressing and cutting the knife against the fiber it finally snaps, freeing your wrists. You quickly rip the blindfold from your head and use the knife to free your ankles as well - not even bothering with untying the knot properly.

Then you hurry to your front door and open it just enough to reach out and grab the key from the lock.

~I can't believe I actually did that~

You slam the door shut and slump down against it, crying out in relief.

~... I can't believe that actually worked~