She is left stretched and open, vulnerable and trembling dreading what will happen next as he adds more straps around her thighs, and chest, immobilizing her completely
“Please…please let me go!” she pleads, her voice barely a whisper now, and he smirks at her weak plea “The fun is just beginning my dear” he chuckles as he turns away, and grabs something from the side of the gyno table, pulling it into the light. The blade returns again to her skin, tracing the cup of her bra to the side before going up to her shoulder, and cutting through the sleeve, to her neck, and she feels the dress dangling by the other sleeve alone, panic cursing through her as she realizes she’s totally helpless, now half naked, and can’t even scream for help. Looking around apprehensively for the first time, she notices just how deserted the street is and looking forward she sees that the streetlight in front of the park she needs to walk past, is dark, the bulb a soft dull orange that gives no light under the thick cover of the trees above the footpath.
