Turns Out, Sandra Is A Psycho Fan (Dark Path)

"Oh Sam...." Sandra began what I thought would be something super sappy, but.... "You're so fucking easy to manipulate."

"Wh-what?" I asked, caught off guard. "You fell for me so easily without knowing shit about me and you were so distracted by my ass you didn't even notice me locking every door. You're mine now."

Sandra had pulled a complete one eighty, or had she always been this psycho? Before I could even think, Sandra wrestled me to the ground, effortlessly pinning me down and then knocked me out.

When I came to, I was tied up to a chair with duct tape and fully nude. My vision was blury and I felt something warm running down my forehead. Was that blood?

"Oh, looks like you're finally up." Sandra taunted. She looked completely different, her pigtails and nerdy sleepwear now replaced by a dark leather outfit that showed off tattoo sleeves on both arms.

"You're probably wondering what is going on, huh?" She asked and I frantically nodded, unable to speak through my duct tape gag.

"Well you see, I like to take confused, exploitable girls like you and fuck them until I get bored. And when I get bored, I usually sell them off to the highest bidder through the Dark Web. Don't really know what happens then....." She went on all while feeling me up and down. "It's not random bad luck that you met me in the mall. No, you have your friend Heather to thank for you being in that chair. Guess she wanted to get rid of you. If it's any consolation, I actually am a fan of your cosplays."

Heather?! I screamed a muffled scream and tried to struggle, which only got me a slap in the face.