She'd been locked into a device.

Mackenzie could feel her hands were above her head, and when she tried to bring them back down she was met with resistance. Looking up through her clearing vision explained why; her hands had been bound in a pair of manacles that connected to a sturdy beam above her, locking her hands in place.

Looking down, Mackenzie was met with much more frightening sights. First and foremost, her dress was gone! Her bountiful breasts sat unrestrained on her chest, perky and proud, and her fiery landing strip teased the edge of her vision. An attempt to close her legs together drew Mackenzie's attention to the spreader bar affixed to her ankles, forcing her legs wide apart. She was completely exposed and had no way of covering herself up with the way she had been bound!

An attempt to cry for help clued Mackenzie in to the last troubling twist. A gag had been put in her mouth, muffling her cries completely. Who had done this? What were they planning?!

Before Mackenzie could ponder these questions for too long, however, the sound of approaching footsteps drew her attention. Was it whoever did this to her? Was it another visitor to the haunted house? What if it was a group?! Mackenzie couldn't do anything but wait and see...