Liza in home invasion

Liza dozed in the quiet comfort of her room, the soft afternoon light spilling through the half-closed curtains. The distant hum of the city was the only sound—until a faint creak on the wooden floor made her stir.

Before she could open her eyes fully, a rough hand clamped over her mouth. Panic shot through her chest as she thrashed, muffled cries escaping against the intruder’s palm. Her heart hammered as she tried to kick free, but the stranger was fast and overpowering.

Ropes dug into her wrists as he bound her arms tight, the coarse fibers scraping her skin. A strip of cloth pressed across her mouth, silencing her frantic pleas into low, desperate hums. Liza writhed against the ropes, her eyes wide with terror, the room spinning with helplessness.

The house around her stayed silent. No one could hear her struggle.