Cheri bound and gagged in borka

After a long and tiring day, Cheri finally returned home. She was dressed in her black burqa, her steps slow but steady as she entered the quiet house. The lights were dim, and something about the stillness felt... off. Before she could react, strong hands grabbed her from behind. A sharp gasp escaped her lips, but it was quickly silenced as a cleave gagged to her mouth. Her wrists were tightly bound with scarves, and another set of scarves pinned her arms against her sides. Disoriented and frightened, she was pushed against the wall, standing helplessly with her back pressed to the cold surface.

Cheri squirmed and fought against the restraints, her muffled cries filling the room—'mmph! mmph!'—but no one answered. She tried to stamp her feet or move along the wall, hoping to knock something over and make noise. But the captor was careful. Every movement seemed to tire her more, the tight bindings biting into her skin.

Eventually, she was dragged to a chair and tied down again—this time even more securely. Her ankles were bound to the legs of the chair, her torso strapped to the backrest, and her mouth remained gagged. Sweat formed at her brow as she desperately twisted and wriggled, struggling to loosen even a single knot. Hours seemed to pass. Her breath came in quick bursts. Her arms ached. But she didn’t give up.

Finally—after what felt like forever—Cheri felt one of the knots begin to slip. Fueled by adrenaline, she worked harder, using every ounce of her strength. Inch by inch, the scarf loosened. Her right wrist came free. Wasting no time, she tore off the gag and untied her legs. Heart pounding, she ran toward the door, bursting into the night, free at last.