Valentina Boux was in her own little world, the monotonous hum of the vacuum cleaner the only sound in her tidy, sunlit home. She was a picture of domestic focus, completely unaware that she was being watched, that a predator had slipped into her sanctuary. The notorious Handsey Bandit™ had returned, and this time, he had come for her. He moved with a hunter's silence, and before she could even sense his presence, he struck. A powerful arm snaked around her, a heavy hand clamping a chemical-soaked cloth over her mouth and nose. Her surprised gasp was swallowed by the potent fumes, her brief, frantic struggle melting away as the world dissolved into a black, silent abyss.
With his beautiful prize unconscious on the floor, the Bandit's true, methodical work began. This was not a robbery; it was an act of collection. He knelt and began to strip the patterned dress and black stockings from her limp, pliant body, tossing them aside until the lovely Valentina was left exposed and utterly vulnerable in nothing but her delicate green lingerie. He then produced a length of thick, white rope. With the calm, practiced efficiency of a master, he pulled her arms tightly behind her back, expertly binding her wrists together. He then moved to her ankles, securing them just as firmly.
To ensure her absolute silence upon her miserable return to consciousness, a clean white cloth was forced into her mouth and tied securely in place. The final indignity was the hogtie; he pulled her bound ankles up towards her wrists, securing them together and arching her back in a position of total, inescapable helplessness. The Handsey Bandit™ stood for a moment, admiring his handiwork. The vacuum lay forgotten. The house was no longer just a home. It was his gallery, and the beautiful Valentina Boux was his newest, most perfect, and most helpless exhibit.
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