Tibby Muldoon found herself in a nightmare scenario: strapped to a hard plastic chair in an empty room, staring up at a blonde woman in a beige trench coat whom she didn't recognize. It was Emma Clair, incognito and furious, demanding to know the location of the stolen data. Tibby, genuinely confused and terrified, pleaded her innocence, insisting she had no idea what this stranger was talking about. But her denials only fueled Emma's rage. "Liar," Emma hissed, producing a roll of bright blue tape.
The interrogation quickly shifted from verbal to physical. Emma knelt and wrapped the blue tape tightly around Tibby's ankles, securing them firmly to the legs of the chair. Tibby kicked and struggled, but she was anchored. Emma then rose, tired of the noise. She forced a large red ball gag between Tibby’s teeth, buckling the black leather strap tight behind her head. Tibby's pleas for mercy turned into desperate, muffled cries.
To ensure Tibby wasn't going anywhere, Emma wound the blue tape around her captive's torso and arms, pinning her upper body painfully against the chair back. Tibby was now completely immobilized, a silent statue of confusion. But Emma had one final indignity to inflict. She pulled a thick black marker pen from her pocket. Leaning in close to the terrified brunette, she uncapped the pen and scrawled a single, vicious word across the white shirt—and the tape—stretching over Tibby’s chest: "Bitch." Emma stepped back to admire her work. Tibby Muldoon sat there, bound, gagged, and branded with an insult she couldn't wipe away, a silent billboard for her captor's contempt.
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