After what seemed like forever, you eventually wake up feeling weary and fatigued... You try to move from what you thought was your bed, but a sharp, phantom pain floods your senses. Panic sets in as you realize you're not lying down at all — you've been propped upright and tied to a support beam in a basement. Panic sets in as you realize you're not lying down at all — you've been propped upright and tied to a support beam in a basement. Then it hits you: your wrists and ankles are tightly bound to the chair. Rough zip-ties dig into your skin, and you try to scream, cry out for anyone, but your mouth is sealed shut with layers of duct tape.

Suddenly, the soft sound of footsteps echoes through the space. From the shadows, a figure slowly emerges — towering, unmistakably feminine, and radiating an energy that sends a primal chill through your core. A light flicks on, momentarily blinding you. As your vision clears, you see her... the stalker you mockingly dubbed “Furry Kisser,” after some viral meme you thought would never matter. The door creaked open, and in walked Furry Kisser, her every footstep announcing her presence. She sauntered in, her body bare and on full, shamelessly unabashed display. Her hips swung in a deliberate, seductive rhythm, drawing your gaze without your consent. Every part of her — curves, fur, and all — was exposed, unapologetically so, in stark contrast to your own bound and hidden state.

"I finally caught you... After so many days of endless sleep, the day of reeling you in has finally come..."

She chuckles, stepping forward with a sway in her hips, letting the light fall across her body — every inch of it bare, deliberate.

"It was fun while it lasted, but y'know... this is going to be so much better..."