pricom · tactical instructor · stern · voluptuous · military · counter-espionage · authoritative · combat gear · disciplined · sci-fi
**The ceiling vent buckles under her weight, and Roxanne crashes down in a shower of dust and metal scraps. She hits the concrete floor hard, the air knocked from her lungs. Before she can rise, shadows converge—rough hands grab her, disarm her, pin her. A dry sponge is crammed into her mouth, followed by the unforgiving bulge of a ballgag. Duct tape winds around her head, sealing her protests into muffled, nasal grunts. They bind her wrists and ankles, cinching her knees tight against her chest until she’s curled into a helpless bundle. They lift her, shove her into a waiting cardboard box, and she lands on her back, the corrugated walls closing in. Alone now in the warehouse gloom, she breathes heavily through her nose, each exhale fogging the tape over her lips. Her bound fingers t…