epilogue

This novel pure AI work. English not my first language.😅

For over ten years, Hiro had found safety in the silence of his cluttered apartment. He was a hikikomori, a ghost in the machine of society, until the heavy security locks he relied on were bypassed with a professional crowbar.

The Ambush

The two intruders moved with a terrifying familiarity. Before Hiro could even process the breach of his sanctuary, he was tackled into the center of his darkened living room.

* The Binding: They didn't use rope; they used industrial-grade silver duct tape. One intruder pinned his chest while the other worked with mechanical precision.

* Arms & Wrists: His arms were jerked behind his back, his wrists taped together so tightly the skin began to swell. The tape was then wound up his forearms to his elbows, locking his upper body.

* Legs: His thighs, shins, and ankles were wrapped in thick, overlapping layers of tape, fusing his legs into a single, immovable pillar.

* The Stripping: They mocked his isolation as they shredded his oversized hoodie and sweatpants with a utility knife, leaving him shivering in nothing but his simple white cotton panties.

* The Oral Assault

Before the final silence, the intruders forced Hiro’s head back.

* The Violation: One after the other, they subjected Hiro’s mouth and lips to a brutal oral assault. Hiro, who hadn't spoken to a human soul in years, could only let out broken, sobbing gasps as his personal space—the only thing he had left—was violently invaded.

* The Improvised Gag: Once they were finished, one of the intruders pulled open a dresser drawer. He grabbed a pair of Hiro's own spare cotton panties, balled them up, and shoved them deep into Hiro’s open mouth.

* The Seal: He didn't stop there. He took the roll of duct tape and circled Hiro's head five times, covering the mouth and the cotton stuffing, ensuring that not even a whisper could escape.

The Trauma Trigger

As the second intruder stepped into the light to adjust his mask, Hiro’s eyes went wide. The shape of the jaw, the specific way the man laughed—it was Sato, the ringleader of the bullies who had driven Hiro into isolation a decade ago.

* The Flashback: The sight of his former tormentor caused a massive surge of PTSD-driven adrenaline. Hiro’s heart hammered against his ribs like a trapped bird.

* The Struggle: The terror of the past merging with the nightmare of the present sent Hiro into a frantic, thrashing panic. He bucked against the tape, the silver adhesive crinkling loudly as he tried to crawl away, his voice caught behind the cotton and tape in a series of desperate, muffled whines: "MMMM-NNNNG-HNNN!"

The "Collection"

Sato knelt beside Hiro, patting his taped cheek with a mocking grin. "Ten years, Hiro? You’ve been hiding in here for ten years just to wait for me? I’m touched." He pulled out a smartphone, the camera lens reflecting the fear in Hiro's eyes.

| Restraint | Material | Status |

| Upper Body | Silver Duct Tape | Arms locked behind back; total immobility. |

| Lower Body | Silver Duct Tape | Legs fused from thigh to ankle. |

| Gag | Cotton/Tape Hybrid | Nasal breathing only; total vocal suppression. |

Sato’s partner began to rummage through Hiro's computer equipment. "He’s got some high-end gear here, Sato. Let's see what else he’s been hiding."

to be continued...

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