She struggles, but not enough.

For the precious first few moments the young woman was paralyzed in shock while her brain tried to comprehend what was happening to her, giving her unknown assailant enough time to secure his grip on her. Before she had time to scream or even try to fight back he was forcing her further down onto the desk, his weight pushing most of the air out of her lungs as he suddenly climbed on top of her, straddling her slender back while holding her firmly in place.

"What...? No...!" She started as she slowly started realizing it was time to panic, but still not managing to put enough strength in her voice to hope for anyone to actually hear her. A roll of duct tape came into view as she tried to glance back over her shoulder, landing right beside her on her desk, and all she could do was staring dumbly at it while the man on top of her nimbly pulled out about a foot or so of the sticky material.

Merely a second later she was getting her arms wired together behind her back, securing them well with the strong tape, and leaving her assailants both hands free to do with her as he pleased. The second priority was apparantly to keep her voice down however, as another length was swiftly strapped over her face and sealing her sweet lips shut.

After that the man's weight was lifted from her back and she found her legs being **** down and spread wide apart. She tried kicking at him once, but to no avail as his hands and another batch of duct tape quickly secured each of her ankles to the legs of her desk. Then finally he seemed content with his work so far, allowing her a first look of her attacker as he came around the desk and crouched down in front of her.

His ski mask and dark sunglasses didn't reveal a thing about his identity however, and she found herself just wide eyed staring back at him as he dragged his leather gloved fingers through her long brown hair. The only thing she could see for sure was a wide smile of his forming behind the black mask as he watched her wriggling helplessly in her bonds...

"Behave, and I won't have to hurt you!" The man said in a low voice that was almost a growl, quite obviously distorting his voice to her so she wouldn't be able to recognize it. Someone I know then? Jennifer found herself thinking in the midst of all her confusion, but no matter how she tried she couldn't picture anyone in her vicinity that would do something like this to her. All she could do for now was weakly nodding her head in submission as she knew he allready had her under complete control. "Good! Now listen girl: You're nothing to me right now but the totally wrong person at the totally wrong place, okay?"

Again Jennifer managed to nod her head in compliance, while feeling his grip on her hair growing stronger. She wasn't sure she believed him though, especially as he seemed to be in no hurry of finding whatever he was after and just getting the hell out of there. The fact she'd allready lost her slip to him didn't make things any better, and while remembering this she finally felt a tang of fear crawling up her spine. What were his true intentions with her then?