Yes, and he´s caught too...

The door opens and you see your neighbor looking in. He´s an average looking thirty something man with a fit body, dressed in a simple tank top and sweatpants.
"Oh my god! What happened to you!?"

He rushes over to help you and you feel a surge of hope. But then the witch pokes her head around the corner and points her wand at him, a naughty gleam in her eyes.

You try to warn him but he mistakes your squirming and screaming to be cries for help. Well, in a way they are.
Suddenly, your neighbors clothes evaporate. He barely notices until a leather body bag engulfs his body, pinning his arms to his sides.
"What the hell is going on!?"
Those were his last understandable words as head was then covered in a tight leather hood. Straps rolled around the body bag, increasing his restraints while his mouth must've become filled with some gag as his cries for help suddenly grew much weaker.
The witch walked over to you slowly, swinging her Lovely hips with every step.