Chapter 11
by 
legion1986
Pull up..
The Waistband
The model tilted her head, lips curling in mock contemplation as she circled Mia. “Hmm… something’s missing,” she mused, tapping a finger against her chin. “It wouldn’t be fair if only some of your treasures were in danger, would it?”
Before Mia could react, the model’s fingers slipped deftly under the waistband of her shorts, finding the thin elastic band beneath. With a slow, deliberate tug, she lifted the thong’s edge high enough to peek above the shorts — a silent declaration that this, too, now belonged to the game.
Mia gasped, twisting slightly as colour rushed to her cheeks. “Wait—!”
The model’s laughter was soft and wicked, echoing faintly between the cracked brick walls. “Ah-ah… no protests,” she purred. “Now, every thread you wear hangs by the silk’s mercy.” Her hand lingered on the raised strap before letting it snap gently back against Mia’s skin — a playful sting that left her shivering.
Satisfied, the model stepped back into her domain, weaving effortlessly through the glistening ropes once more. Her bare feet whispered over the dusty floor as she turned, watching Mia from the far side of the hall.
“Your path awaits, little one,” she called out, voice rich with challenge. “Move carefully — the web hungers for what’s left of you.”
With a teasing twirl, the model disappeared behind a curtain of silk strands, leaving a narrow, shifting corridor open for Mia’s next move.
Clothing Status
Mia: Shorts, sports bra, thong, socks
Basket: Hoodie, sneakers, t-shirt