Policewoman's Laptop

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One late night, the villa area was quiet. Suddenly, two beams of light approached and stopped in the yard of a small villa. After parking, a young policewoman in uniform got out, locked the car, and walked to the villa gate, taking out her keys to open the door and go home.

Yes, that's me! My name is Lin Xiyao, I'm 22 years old, 1.68 meters tall, and as for looks, I'd give myself a 90 out of 100, hehe, just being a little narcissistic. I graduated from police academy three months ago. Because of my good grades, I was assigned to work at the city bureau. I have a lively and outgoing personality, so I get along well with everyone at work, whether it's superiors, senior colleagues, or peers. Everyone likes me.

Just as I was taking out my keys to go home, I suddenly saw a blue light flashing in the grove of trees not far away. It flashed a few times and then went back to darkness. Just when I thought it was my imagination, the blue light started flashing again. I couldn't help but wonder what it was. Thinking about it, I walked towards the light.

Entering the grove, I saw a red laptop under a small tree not far away. "Hey, who dropped this?" I muttered to myself, bending down to pick it up. "Hey, is anyone here? Who left their laptop here?" I called out a few times, but there was still no sound.

I thought to myself, "Some careless person probably left it here. It's late, I'll just take it home and put up a lost and found notice tomorrow." With that thought, I took the laptop home. I went into my bedroom, put the laptop on my desk, changed out of my uniform, and took a nice shower.

After washing up, I returned to my bedroom and was stunned. "Ah, I definitely closed the laptop, it should be off, how did it turn on by itself?" I said, picking up the laptop and lying on the bed. Now I had time to look closely and discovered that the desktop was empty except for "My Documents."

"Strange, what's going on?" I wondered. I instinctively moved my mouse over my document and double-clicked to open it. Hmm, nothing happened. Just then, a few lines of small text popped up on the screen: 1. Open the program with caution. It will automatically bind to the owner (female only); 2. The internal storyline will start simultaneously upon opening and cannot be closed or changed; 3. The storyline is random, the owner's character is random (appearance remains unchanged), the appearing characters are random, and the events are random; 4. The storyline is a virtual space. The owner's real-world sensory perception is 100%, and their real-world physical condition is undamaged; 5. Each storyline has hidden storylines. The owner discovers the trigger conditions themselves. Material rewards are random, and there are no duplicate rewards; 6. A green and healthy game."

*Thump!* I collapsed to the ground. What was going on? I couldn't understand it after looking at it for so long. Is technology really that advanced now…? I rubbed my forehead. "There's probably some secret inside. They're scaring me like this to prevent me from looking, huh? Hmph, I'll look anyway." Thinking this, I clicked the confirmation button heavily in frustration. *Snap!*

The document opened, revealing dozens of text files. I glanced at them briefly, and then—bang!—I collapsed in shock. They were all 0kb—empty! I clenched my fist and gently pounded my forehead. Calm down, calm down. Let's just pretend it's April 1st. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the documents were flickering faintly at a barely perceptible frequency.

My curiosity was piqued again. I randomly clicked on one of the documents. *Snap*—it opened, and a beam of blue light shot out from the screen. I was completely absorbed in watching the screen and was directly hit by the light. The light scanned my entire body and then retreated back into the screen. I was so startled that my mouth gaped open, momentarily unable to process what had just happened.

Then a line of text popped up on the screen: "Identity confirmed: Lin Xiyao is the owner, meets requirements, rating index 92, program started, owner selected plot number 15, plot loading, please wait." Then the screen went black, as if it had shut down. I was completely bewildered. What plot? What owner? And loading? Who's so clever?

However, I completely overlooked the fact that this laptop contained my data.

While I was still in a daze, suddenly all the lights went out, plunging me into darkness. I could only hear the whistling wind in my ears, and my body felt like it was being pulled, sometimes spinning, sometimes tumbling, as if floating.

A moment later, my vision suddenly brightened, and I found myself on a dimly lit side street… Where am I? I'm definitely at home. Could it really be that laptop has such magic? My mind went blank; I couldn't accept this reality. Then, a line of text flashed through my mind: "Plot begins on the 15th. Character name: Lin Xiyao, student at XX University, 18 years old. Plot difficulty: 4 stars."

What?! What a joke! The school has changed, and the students are younger now! Just then, a gust of wind blew by, and I couldn't help but shiver. Looking closely at myself, I was shocked to find myself wearing a black short-sleeved dress. For someone as tall as me, it was definitely a short dress; the hem barely reached about 10 centimeters below my thighs. Although I'm usually quite confident, I've never worn such a short dress before.

My long legs were encased in black pantyhose, and my small feet were clad in 8-centimeter black patent leather round-toe heels. OMG! For someone like me who doesn't usually wear heels, walking like this was incredibly difficult. After seeing myself dressed like this, I thought to myself, "What kind of ridiculous scenario is this? What kind of student would be dressed like this in such a secluded place so late at night? What if they ran into bad guys?"

I decided to leave as soon as possible. I carefully checked my direction; the north was far away, with tall buildings in the distance. I figured it would be safer to go somewhere with more people. Without further ado, I started walking north. Unfortunately, I don't usually wear high heels, and wearing them now was really tiring. The heels made a crisp, clattering sound in the quiet night.

I walked for almost half an hour without seeing a single person. The tall buildings in the distance seemed impossibly close. I was constantly trying to maintain my balance, which made my ankles very sore. Luckily, there was a large rock by the roadside, next to which was a patch of grass. I decided to rest for a bit. I found a relatively flat spot by the rock and sat down.

Just then, two beams of light shot out from the darkness, approaching in the distance. It was a car driving by. I was overjoyed; finally, I could see people! I immediately stood up from the rock. The car stopped nearby, its high beams on. Having been in the dark for so long, I was momentarily disoriented, the light blinding me. I instinctively raised my hand to shield my eyes.

Suddenly, I saw a dark figure rapidly approaching from the car. Before I could react, the figure grabbed my raised left hand and twisted it forcefully behind my back. I cried out in surprise, involuntarily turning around by the force. I was terrified. Fortunately, I hadn't neglected my training. I immediately struck the person behind me with my right elbow, simultaneously bending my left leg and kicking the person in the groin with my heel.

But the person holding my hand reacted quickly, swiftly twisting my left hand with their left hand while their right hand opened and gripped my elbow, thwarting my attack. They then quickly clamped my foot between their legs, ending the attack and leaving me in a one-legged position with one hand firmly held behind my back and the other immobile. If they hadn't been holding me, I would have struggled to maintain my balance.

I struggled desperately, but the person holding my hand was very strong. I also found it strange; I hadn't neglected my training, so why were my reactions slower and my strength diminished, making me feel like an ordinary girl? Just as I struggled again, the person holding my hand suddenly spread their legs and released my left foot.

He gently pushed me forward with his strength, and I lost my balance. My right leg buckled and my knee bent involuntarily, and I slowly fell forward. But because he was pulling me down slowly, he used the force to press me down and make me kneel in the roadside grass. My left hand was still held behind my back, and his right hand left my right arm, grabbed my slender right wrist, and twisted it behind my back as well.

And then a large hand grabbed my hands behind my back, parallel to each other, while the other hand picked up a long rope. As if it had been prepared beforehand, he grabbed the rope at the fold in the middle. I was still struggling to shake my arms, trying to break free from his grip. The next moment, I felt him wrap the rope around my wrists. I couldn't

help but feel anxious. If he managed to tie my hands up, I would be powerless to resist. Thinking of this, I struggled even harder, trying to pull my hands out of his grasp and not let him subdue me so easily. But strangely, I was much weaker than before. Although I tried very hard to break free, as the rope wrapped around my wrists and tightened, my resistance became increasingly futile. After being tied with the rope four times and eight times...

He finally tied my hands behind my back, parallel to each other. In my panic, I suddenly realized why I hadn't shouted for help. Before I could even make a sound, he seemed to have anticipated my move. He pulled a brand-new pair of stockings from his pocket, pinched my cheek, and I involuntarily opened my mouth. He shoved the stockings into my mouth, and my scream turned into a muffled whimper.

Then he pulled out a wide strip of cloth, tied a knot in the middle, and before I could spit the stockings out of my mouth, he immediately used the knot to plug the stockings in my mouth. Then he tied the two ends of the cloth behind my head. Now it was impossible for me to spit the stockings out of my mouth. Just when I thought the gagging was over, this man, who had been facing away from the car lights so I couldn't see his face but knew he was a man, suddenly appeared.

He pulled out a large mask and covered my mouth and nose, making it even more impossible for me to free my mouth now. After doing this, the man walked behind me, grabbed the rope binding my hands, and raised them high, forcing me to arch my chest. He then wrapped the rope around my back, above my chest, and pulled it back, repeating this three times (six times). He then tied it around my chest

six times, and tied it behind my back. With a little rope left, he passed it under my armpits to my front, tightening it at the point below my chest. Before I could even react, he took out another rope, folded it in half, tied a knot at the thickest part of my chest, and then pulled it from above my back, down my left shoulder, through the rope below my chest, and pulled it up again, around my right shoulder, and tied it behind my back.

This guy even intentionally or unintentionally touched my unusually firm breasts, which were made even more prominent by the bindings. I couldn't help but frown, wanting to protest, but since my mouth was tightly gagged, all I could hear were muffled whimpers. However, he didn't seem to care and continued binding me with great focus. After tying a knot behind my back, there was still a long rope left. He pondered for a moment and wrapped the rope around my waist several times.

After tying a knot in front, he pulled it down between my legs, past my sensitive areas, and then tied a knot with the rope at my wrists. This way, if I struggled downwards with my hands, it would pull the rope around my breasts, and if I struggled upwards, it would stimulate the rope below, making me suffer unspeakably (though I couldn't speak even if I wanted to).

My mouth was now tightly gagged, and the muffled sounds I made were barely audible. My hands were also firmly bound behind my back, rendering me completely immobile. After doing this, the man seemed somewhat relieved. He released his grip on my body and walked towards the car. Without his support, I lost my balance and collapsed to the ground. The rope binding my private parts twitched, sending a tingling sensation through my body, making me sit up abruptly.

I dared not move. A moment later, the man returned with another rope in his hand. Seeing him staring down at my legs clad in black stockings and high heels, I realized he was going to bind my feet as well. I instinctively curled my legs up. Seeing my nervousness, the man finally spoke. In a low voice, he said, "You can't resist anymore. I advise you to cooperate and suffer less, otherwise I'll take your place right here and now, hehe."

Hearing him say that, I trembled involuntarily. Knowing that resisting was futile, I sat up straight, my legs together and stretched out. The man didn't say much, but picked up a rope and threaded it through the rope around my sensitive areas, pulling it down from my heels to my ankles, even covering the tops of my feet in high heels. He wrapped the rope around my legs, tightening it between them as he bound them. While binding my feet,

his hands thoroughly explored my long, black-stockinged legs, and I could clearly feel his breathing quickening. After binding my legs, he glanced at me, then turned and walked back to the car. I took the opportunity to try to struggle, but the ropes didn't loosen at all. My hands remained firmly behind my back, and my legs felt like they were still one, completely inseparable.

Now, I desperately hoped that someone or a car would pass by so I could be rescued, but that hope never came. Instead, the tightness of the ropes binding my body filled my entire being. Now I truly understood what helplessness and despair meant. My limbs were bound, my mouth was gagged, and I had no idea what would happen to me. I had never experienced anything like this in my life.

A strange feeling flashed through my mind, as if I liked it. I immediately shook my head, as if trying to shake the thought out of my head. What was I thinking? How could I like this?

While I was lost in thought, the man, who was taciturn but very strong, returned. Since I was tied up and sitting on the ground, he bent down, picked me up, and stood up. He then moved behind me. Just as I was wondering what he was going to do next, he was already behind me, holding my small hand, bending my fingers towards my palm, making me clench my fist, and then it felt like he was putting a small bag over my hand with a thin string at the opening to tighten it.

After they put the handcuffs on both my hands, I was completely desperate. Don't expect my hands to reach the knots behind my back and untie them. Unless someone untied the small bag on my hands, my hands would remain clenched indefinitely. After putting the handcuffs on me, the man tossed me aside and bent down to spread a wide cloth on the ground. Watching him work on this, my heart pounded. Why was he spreading such a large cloth?

Was he going to make me lie on it? Was he going to do what he said, and then...? Just as I dared not think any further, he finished spreading the cloth, turned around, and picked me up around the waist. Had my fears come true? I struggled frantically in his arms, but bound like a dumpling, my resistance had no effect on him whatsoever.

Instead, he took advantage of my body, holding my hands and groping me. He laid me down on one end of the cloth, then flipped me over, wrapping me up in it, rolling me around three times. Then, he picked me up, bound like a cocoon, and pulled out a roll of wide duct tape, wrapping it tightly around my body from head to toe.

It was so tight that my shapely figure was clearly visible beneath the cloth. After he finished, I felt a surge of frustration. Was it really necessary to do this to a girl who was completely powerless to resist? Just when I thought he couldn't add anything more to me, he opened a large bag. By the light, I realized it was a sleeping bag. He spread it on the ground, then turned and picked me up.

He placed me in the sleeping bag, then pulled it up so the sleeping straps, starting from my feet, went around my neck. He then tied the opening of the sleeping bag tightly around my neck. By this point, I had no desire to break free. With such tight bindings and bandages, there was no chance of escaping on my own; I could only wait and see what fate had in store for this poor girl.

At this point, he really had nothing more to add to me. In this close proximity, I could clearly see his face—a handsome and confident face with sharp features. He smiled at me, kissed my cheek, and said, "Baby, let's go home." Then he took out two pieces of gauze and placed them over my eyes, plunging me into darkness. He then wrapped another roll of gauze around my eyes.

After binding my eyes, he took out something that felt like leather and tied it around my eyes. I knew it must be a leather blindfold; he had ruthlessly deprived me of my sight. After blindfolding me, he put the sleeping cap from the opening of the sleeping bag on my head and tied it under my chin. Now, I couldn't move at all, and even turning my head was difficult. I was thinking to myself, "Damn this laptop, what a cruel twist of fate!" Once

everything was done, I felt him lift me up, walk a few steps, and then put me down. I knew he had carried me to his car, started the engine, and drove off. Completely paralyzed, without freedom, the ability to speak, or sight, I waited with trepidation and helplessness for the unpredictable future.

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The car drove for a long time, especially since I was heavily restrained, unable to move or speak, and surrounded by darkness. I had no idea what was going to happen to me, so you can imagine what kind of torment this was. I tried to struggle a little, but the ropes binding my hands and feet already made me look like a rice dumpling, and I was wrapped in cloth all over my body. Plus, the sleeping bag seemed to have been modified, sticking tightly to my body.

I felt like a small flying insect wrapped in a cocoon. The result of my efforts was that I could only wriggle my body slightly while being wrapped in several layers of restraints. I struggled for a few minutes, but to no avail. Under such tight restraints, I could only feel that my body was completely out of my control. I wanted to scream for help, but I could only make a weak "uh...uh..." sound from deep in my throat. I couldn't scream or see.

Wrapped in the cloth and sleeping bag, the heat didn't dissipate easily, causing me to sweat profusely, but the sweat was quickly absorbed by the cloth covering my body. My mouth was also bound in several layers, and my struggles made it difficult to breathe. I breathed heavily through my nose, so I had to calm down a little and give up trying, since it was all in vain...

The bumpy ride made me feel sleepy, and I don't know when I fell asleep. In my hazy state, the car seemed to have turned two corners before stopping. A moment later, the person carried me out of the car and hoisted me onto his shoulder. At this point, I had no ability to resist and could only obediently stay still, letting him carry me (he had no choice but to).

I heard him open and close the door, hear him turn on the light, then hear him open the door again. The next moment, he put me down from his shoulder, stood on the floor, then suddenly scooped me up in his arms and gently placed me on a soft, wide bed. He stroked my face: "Little darling, we're home now." I wanted to pull away from his hands in disgust, but even turning my neck was difficult.

I could only let out weak muffled protests from my tightly gagged mouth. I heard this man laugh triumphantly a few times, push me further inside, and then, surprisingly, get on the bed himself, lying down beside me. My heart tightened instantly. I didn't know what he wanted to do, but at this point, even moving a finger was a luxury, let alone resisting.

After a few minutes of silence, he helped me up, untied the hood of the sleeping bag, and untied the rope around my neck. He slowly freed me from the sleeping bag, set it aside, and then began to untie the tape wrapped around the sheet, pulling the sheet off my body. I felt much lighter; at least my legs could bend.

But it seemed he didn't intend to untie the blindfold and gag; he just... He removed the mask covering my mouth and nose, but the stockings were still stuffed tightly into my mouth. The strip of cloth binding my mouth faithfully guarded the stockings, preventing them from escaping. In the darkness, just as I was wondering what he was going to do next, he suddenly pulled

me away. I groaned, my shapely body, tightly bound, involuntarily falling into his arms. He held me, one hand roaming over my breasts, the other caressing my legs clad in black stockings. Oh no, was he going to...? Thinking this, I... I immediately struggled, trying to shake my body

to avoid his hands groping my body, but it was all in vain. My hands were tied high behind my back, and my legs were bound tightly together with ropes, unable to separate. He was holding me in his arms, taking advantage of me, and I was powerless to do anything about it. His hands were roaming over my chest, buttocks, and my smooth, stockinged legs.

I was now helplessly frowning, shaking my head, trying to avoid his hands, my little mouth making muffled sounds, wanting to speak but unable to... When he teased me until I was completely limp and my consciousness was fading, he suddenly stopped. I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but a small thought of disappointment flashed through my mind, startling me.

What was I thinking? Did I want him to continue? Thinking this, my face immediately flushed red. Then the man released me from his arms, made me lie face down on the bed, and slapped my bottom twice: "Little darling, you're such a vixen, making me change my pants!" I was furious, wanting to jump up and kill him.

But my hands and feet were tightly bound... Bringing me back to reality, I was completely helpless against him. Just then, he bent my legs, threaded a rope through the rope at my ankles, and connected it to the rope at my wrists, tying me upside down on the bed. It was difficult to even turn over.

He kissed my cheek and whispered, "Sweetie, I'm going to change my pants. Wait for me, okay? Be good." As he walked away, I heard his footsteps recede. Now that I was free of several layers of restraints, I tried to struggle again, but instead, the ropes around my chest and private parts tugged at me. With each pull, all the strength I had managed to muster vanished. I had to give up for now.

After a while, the person returned to my side, untied the ropes binding my hands and feet, turned me over so I was lying flat on my back, and kissed my lips, which were slightly parted due to the bindings: "It's late, get some rest. I'll deal with you, you little vixen, tomorrow." He then lay down beside me, one arm around my slender waist, and soon I heard his soft snoring.

I was furious! This was the first time in my life I'd slept with my hands and feet bound. Now I was certain of one thing: this laptop really did have some kind of magic, bringing me to this unknown space. Now... Moreover, I've been kidnapped by this guy next to me, and I finally understand what a story mission is. It seems I need to find a way to escape.

But I can't struggle in this situation; too much noise would wake him up, and who knows what he'll do to me then? If he wraps me up again, I'll have no chance at all. Sigh, as long as I'm not violated, I'll just pretend to be obedient and lower his guard. Thinking this, I calmed down a lot, but the feeling of being tightly bound still kept assaulting my heart.

It's as if I kind of like this feeling of weakness and helplessness. Just then, a line of text flashed through my mind: "Owner's M-sexual awakening, reward received: a set of underwear, garter belt, and stockings (random), confirm to end the story."

Seeing this, I hesitated for a moment, seemingly reluctant to give up this feeling, but since it was my first time encountering such a situation, I hurriedly clicked confirm. Then another line of text appeared: "Because the owner is activating this program for the first time, additional reward item: rope (random)."

The next moment, everything around me was pitch black. Just like when I entered this space, after floating around like before, everything suddenly brightened again. I was still in my own bed, still lying on the bed, with... The laptop with its blue glowing screen—was this all a dream? A quick glance revealed rings of rope marks on my slender wrists and arms. Looking back, I saw similar marks down to my ankles.

I sat bolt upright, slammed the laptop shut, and grabbed it, heading towards the door to put it back. But after a few steps, the scenes from that space made me stop. I felt the rope marks on my body, looking at the red laptop with mixed feelings. The feeling of being tightly bound in that space made me reluctant to throw it away.

I'll just keep it and not click on it easily. Thinking this, I turned around, opened the wardrobe door, put the computer back, and decided to rest. I'll just pretend it was all a dream. I walked to the bed and was surprised to find a set of black lace lingerie and stockings on my pillow, with a bundle of white cotton rope on top. I quickly sat on the edge of the bed and picked up the lingerie. It felt very soft in my hands.

How strange! Appearing out of thin air. Is this the material reward from the computer? It doesn't seem that novel. Thinking this, I unfolded the black lingerie and discovered it was a bodysuit. The straps of the bodysuit were fastened to a brand-new pair of black stockings, connected from top to bottom. Just as I was wondering about this, the lingerie suddenly vanished into thin air.

In the blink of an eye, this lingerie had replaced my original clothes and appeared on my beautiful body. It was so magical, did it put on automatically? Thinking of this, I picked up the bundle of white cotton rope beside my pillow. How was this used...?

I examined the rope in my hand from all angles and found a rope end in the middle. Seeing this, I couldn't help but pinch the rope end and pull. The whole bundle of rope automatically untied, and after about 3 meters, it disappeared into thin air from my hand. In the blink of an eye, several rope ends suddenly appeared around my space, slowly growing longer. Two quickly wrapped around my wrists, two around

my ankles, and one around my waist. I was shocked and tried to shake off the ropes, but I found that the ropes were as if they were being manipulated. The ropes binding my hands had an irresistible force, slowly pulling my hands behind my back. Although I tried to resist this force, it was still ineffective. Finally, they tightly bound my hands parallel behind my back and then moved upwards.

My body and arms were bound tightly around my chest, and then, at the same time, ropes tied my long legs together at my ankles, which were covered in black stockings. Then, like a living thing, the ropes coiled around my ankles, and the ropes around my waist quickly wrapped around my lower abdomen several times, before moving downwards, passing between my legs, connecting with the ropes on my wrists and genitals. This process happened in the blink of an eye.

By the time I thought of struggling, my body was already bound tightly, just like in the previous space. The only difference was that my hands were covered with small bags, and my mouth and eyes weren't gagged. I swayed my body and bent and stretched my legs, trying to loosen the ropes, but they seemed to be an extension of my body, showing no sign of loosening, remaining taut and guarding the areas where they passed over my skin.

Unlike the way things were done with my hands bound, this time it was much easier. Thinking this, I fumbled around with my hands, which were tied behind my back, but I couldn't find the knot. In a panic, I pushed off the edge of the bed and stood up. My legs were also tightly bound, so I could only hop and skip, laboriously making my way to the large mirror in the living room.

The image in the mirror showed me completely bound by ropes, wearing only a black bodysuit and black stockings. The straps prevented the stockings from slipping down. The bindings around my chest, combined with the ropes pulling upwards through my shoulders and under my breasts, made my already full breasts appear unusually firm.

My long, black stockings, even my legs, were bound tightly with ropes, looping around and tightening in the middle. Unless someone untied them, they would never separate. My face, flushed from the exertion, was starkly red. The white ropes stood out starkly against my black underwear. I was momentarily stunned. Was this really me? Adorned with ropes, I looked so frail.

Suddenly, I remembered why I had jumped here. I struggled to move, turning my back to the mirror, trying to see where the knots were. To my astonishment, there wasn't a single knot on my back, hands, or legs. I quickly jumped a few times and turned to look at myself, confirming that the ropes binding me were a single, continuous rope, without a single knot.

I desperately wanted to scream for help, but then I remembered my current attire, my hands and feet tightly bound. If I called for help from someone with ill intentions, I would be powerless to resist, and the consequences were unimaginable. And if I called for help from a good person, how could I explain such a bizarre situation with no knots in my clothes?

Thinking about this, I felt helpless. Who told me to be so curious? I didn't even know how to untie myself... Now I could only hop and skip back to the bedroom. Luckily, my physical fitness from training was still decent, otherwise it would have been a real hassle. I hopped into the bedroom, jumped towards the bed, lost my balance, and fell face-first into the middle of the bed.

Thankfully, my bed was soft, or I would have been badly hurt. Because of my fall, my legs inadvertently bent upwards, and a rope extended from my ankles, connecting to the rope behind my back, tightening rapidly, so tightly that my heels were almost touching my buttocks, and my upper body was slightly arched upwards due to the pull.

Now, I didn't even need to get out of bed. I struggled futilely, resignedly accepting this situation. Now I could only hope that this damned rope would leave my body quickly. As I thought about how to get rid of the rope, a line of text appeared in my mind: "Four Horses Reversed Binding, duration 3 hours depending on the wearer's physical condition."

I breathed a slight sigh of relief when I saw it; it seemed it would untie itself automatically. But I was also frustrated; I'd be stuck in this position for the next three hours. At the same time, I slowly began to enjoy this feeling of being bound, struggling, panicked, and helpless. Unconsciously, even in such tight restraints, I felt a slight drowsiness. This feeling amplified, and I slowly drifted off to sleep. (

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