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Learn more- Celeste had planned on spending some time at the gym this afternoon, but there it was just way overcrowded. Now she's come over to a friend's home to do some house-sitting. It's a big house and she is there all alone, still very casually dressed in her gym clothes. Short black shorts, a white shoulder-strapped top and training shoes. In the lounge, she's busy on her cellphone, talking to a friend. She's cool about how the afternoon had transpired. But what she doesn't know is that behind her, a hooded figure, dressed in black, has climbed through the window and is stalking her from behind.
His hands close over her mouth. Her wrists get trussed up with tape. She is steered over to a chair. Here she tries reasoning with the burglar. For sure she won't stand in his way. Take what he wants, just do it, and leave. She, promises she won't tell. Of course the old crook doesn't believe her. No, he's going to silence her his way. She has to endure her mouth getting stuffed with wads of cotton, several of them, jam-packing her, before the first strip of duct tape gets plastered across her rosebud lips. Not just one. Several.
Celeste is in a panicked state as he leaves her on her own while he goes off to forage through the house on his quest for riches untold. She tries her best to pull her hands free from the tape, but she remains unsuccessful. She actually walks through the house, sobbing, despairing, but there is no way out. The front door is locked. That which was meant to keep burglars out, now locks her in. And then the man in black is back, pouncing on her as she tries the lock.
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