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Hi Youtube. I know I've been gone a while. It's been... a whole thing. And I know you're used to a certain kind of upload from me, but today won't be makeup tips or a Get Ready With Me. This is a full account of what happened to me last year. The reason I've been absent. Nobody believes me... hopefully you will.

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It was the 25th of November. About 9:30pm. We'd all stayed late at the store to finish the count of the weekend's takings. Perfection Izzy, my colleagues used to call me, and I'll admit that I am a perfectionist. I like everything to be just right, and I need to be the one to do it. So when everyone started walking home, I made an excuse and I went back. Something was niggling me and I wanted to count the cash just one more time, just to make sure...

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I'd just entered the office and opened the safe when I heard something in the rec room. I thought someone had stayed behind too, maybe Carol, washing up the mugs like she always does.

'Carol?'

I called out. She didn't answer, so I went to the back and checked to see if she was ok. When I opened the door it was pitch black. The blinds were drawn and the kitchen light is on a sensor that doesn't reach the door, so I had to take a few steps inside to activate it. That's when he grabbed me. Well, I didn't know it was a he at first, it was just two very strong arms. One pinned my arms to my sides in like a bear hug around my stomach, and the other one sort of wrapped around my right shoulder and his hand, he was wearing gloves, covered my mouth. I could feel how powerful he was when I tried to get free and realised I couldn't move . It was like being in a vice. All I could do was move my legs, but he lifted me up off the floor so I lost any leverage I might have had.

HANDGAGGED 'Mmmmm!'

I yelled, but his hand was big and the glove was thick and stifling. It smelled of leather and gripped my mouth shut so firmly I could barely breath."

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This quiet, deep voice then said

'Calm down. I'm not going to hurt.'

It had this quality that was so calm, so assured, that it scared me more than any angry or erratic voice would have.

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At this point I was terrified, and he used that to his advantage, because that made me compliant. I wish now I'd tried to do something, anything. Maybe things would have turned out differently. But I didn't. When he told me to stay quiet I didn't think of doing anything else. Self preservation, I guess. He put me back on my feet and then he gagged my mouth with a necktie. It was thin and unforgiving, so when he pulled it between my teeth and behind my neck, the material dug tight into my skin. I thought my cheeks were going to rip in two.

CLEAVEGAGGED 'Please don't, no, you're hurting me!'

I tried to talk but it was no use. I realise now that being gagged like that didn't actually stop me from making a noise, it was more the psychological effect that stopped me from yelling out even loudly. You see, until it's happened to you, you have no idea what it feels like to have someone take control of your voice, to reduce your ability to be understood to that of a muzzled dog. You feel so pathetic. So small.

'It's going to be ok, you just stay quiet for me, sweety'

he said, without stopping. When he knotted the gag I knew I was at his mercy. I tried to push it free with my tongue, tried to shake my head to loosen it, but it was done. All I could do was chew on the tight material and plead unintelligibly as he pulled my arms behind my back.

CLEAVEGAGGED MUMBLES

The gag was already making me drool, so I closed my mouth to save myself the embarrassment of dribbling down my blouse in front of him. He used another neck tie to tie my hands together, taking extra time to make sure they were securely done. I tried to free my hands, but the binding was tight and squeezed my wrists so much I thought my hands would go numb. All I could do was look down and watch as he pushed my legs together and started tying my ankles with another tie. The tighter it got, the more unbalanced I felt and I struggled to stay upright.

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When he was finished I felt extremely vulnerable. I was tied, gagged, and this stranger was kneeling down behind me, very close to my bottom. I began to panic. He could have easily lifted up my pencil skirt right there, pulled down my panties and done whatever he wanted to me. Visions of violence and sexual acts filled my mind and I began to panic.

CLEAVEGAGGED 'What do you want....?!'

I had to know what he had planned. Was he going to take advantage of me here in the rec room? Or worse... force me to go with him to a car or a van, throw me in the back and take me away? To where? And how long would he plan to keep me? I didn't want to become one of those women who spend years in a secret basement sex dungeon. I might never see my family again.

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He stood up and grabbed my upper arms, forcing me to hop forward on bound feet. I had no choice, it was that or he'd have ended up dragging me, and I've no doubt he could have easily carried my weight if he'd had to.

CLEAVEGAGGED 'No! No, let me go! Where are we going?! Please! PLEASE!'

He walked me over to a supply cupboard and placed me onto the floor inside, lying on my side. My heart was pounding. I'd fully lost control of my mouth, drooling all over my chin as I pleaded meekly through my gag.

CLEAVEGAGGED 'Please don't hurt me.'

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He waited a moment, looking down at me, and I stopped mumbling, staring back in fear. He wore a black balaclava, black bomber jacket, black jeans, black boots. He wasn't quite as tall as I thought, but he was wide, powerful-looking, and dressed like a guy you don't fuck with.

He knelt down next to me and pulled out another tie. He spoke in a low voice as he tied my bound wrists to my ankles.

'I said I wasn't going to hurt you and I'm not. If you stay in here and stay quiet, you'll be fine. By tomorrow you'll be back home with a nice cup of tea and a hot bath.'

His voice was oddly reassuring and the thought of this being over gave me some comfort. My heart rate started to calm as he stood and stepped out of the cupboard, blocking the rec room light.

'I am sorry about this'

he said softly, then closed and locked the door.

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I could hear him moving around somewhere beyond the door. What was he doing? I heard doors opening, things being moved. I began to relax a little, though still fully aware that if he wanted to, he could come back in here when he was finished. After all, I was tied up, I was gagged, and I was wearing an outfit that would get a lot of men easily worked up, especially in my current state on the floor with my skirt riding up my legs, showing off more of my stockings than I would want any stranger to see. And with my arms pulled back, my breasts were forced forward, bulging against my blouse. I must have looked similar to a hog on a roast, apple in mouth, ready to be devoured by the next ravenous man. I lay still and quiet on the floor, hoping not to draw his attention. If I was going to try to escape, it would have to be once he'd left.

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He left five minutes later. I gave it another five before I risked movement. I had to get out and raise the alarm. At first I tested my bonds again. I was unable to move my hands or my feet, they were still so tightly tied. As was the gag in my mouth, my face now sore from the tight, wet friction on my lips and cheeks. I was hogtied and not going anywhere, so I slowly, awkwardly rolled over onto my back, then scooched myself up against the wall until I was upright. I'm embarrassed to admit that it took quite a while for me to realize that this storage cupboard may have a pair of scissors I could use, and even longer to locate it in the darkness. And getting to it proved to be far more difficult than I'd imagined. I rolled, I wriggled, I knelt upright and fell over more times than I can remember. At one point, in pure frustration, I kicked my bound feet at the drawer unit, stupidly hoping that they would magically jump out onto the floor. Eventually I was able to work myself up to a kneeling position again, using the drawer unit for stability, and though it hurt like hell, I leaned forward and walked my fingers up to the top drawer. I had to balance to stop myself falling flat on my face, and it took a few attempts to reach the handle. When I did, I very carefully eased my bound hands sideways, pulling with my fingertips to open the drawer... it was locked! I swore in anger, lost my grip and toppled forward to the floor. That hurt.

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I was so frustrated, so angry, so utterly hopeless that I began to thrash around in my confinement. I kicked and rolled and tugged with all my strength at the ties that wouldn't budge.

CLEAVEGAGGED 'COME OOOOON!!!'

If you'd seen me then I was a mess, unable to stop myself from the futile struggle. My hair was loose, my blouse untucked, my skirt now riding so high that my ass was on display, and my face wet with spit as I swore and gnawed on the restrictive material in my mouth.

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Eventually I gave up.

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I lay there in the still darkness,

CLEAVE GAGGED SOBBING

crying at my own stupidity for being alone in the office, for not trying to fight back, for being scared, for being too incompetent to free myself. And at the thought that I'd have to stay here like this until someone found me. And what would they see when they did? I must look awful. I'd never be able to go to work again.

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Little did I know that that was the least of my worries. The following morning I was found by the manager asleep on the floor of the locked cupboard. He got those fucking scissors easily enough and cut me free, then covered me in his jacket and called the police. My arms and legs ached, my jaw ached... the sodden gag which he'd had to pry out of my mouth hung limply around my neck, a final embarrassment I was too tired to care about.

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Over the next few days I recuperated at home, kept company by friends and family and police officers, all asking questions I had no answers for. I didn't know who had attacked me. I didn't see his face. I couldn't describe his voice. Quiet? Is that helpful? I was mentally and physically drained, nursing my pride and my body, the bondage and gag marks a constant reminder of what had happened to me. I stopped looking in the mirror. I didn't bother changing into day clothes. I didn't want to be THAT woman, the woman who dressed so confidently, so sexily, the woman who thought being alone at night in the city was no big deal.... the woman... no, the stupid little girl, who was found blubbering and writhing like a trussed up animal, forced into submission by a man she couldn't even describe.

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It wasn't long before the police suspected it was an inside job. Why HAD I stayed late on THAT night? Why hadn't I screamed for help? Why was I so unable to describe my attacker? Almost £16,000 had been taken from the safe that I had "conveniently" forgotten to close when I'd gone to investigate the noise. I had no defense. Well, none that they believed.

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So now here we are. Suspended, embarrassed, facing a criminal charge. All because of that man. That big, strong, quiet man who so easily subdued me. I think about him some times, the way he held me, strong but not harshly. The way he tied me and controlled me the whole time. I wonder who he was. Was he a pro or just a chance? Had he always planned to steal the money or did he follow me in there and get lucky? Was it actually ME he wanted? Was that his THING, like a kink, did he enjoy tying women up...?

SIGHS

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Anyway, there we are, my ordeal. The whole truth of it. It's up to you to decide if you believe me or if you think I'm making it all up.

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I'm not going to be uploading for a while, but I'll keep the comments open for you to discuss your own theories and maybe one day I'll come back with an update. Maybe the police will find him and my version of events will be believed. Maybe I'll do my next upload from prison.

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Or maybe he'll come back for me and finish what he started, and you'll never hear from me again.