As she drove into deserted parking lot, she couldn't help but feel a shiver run down her spine. She had seen the ad online - an old diner that was closing down and selling off its remaining stock and equipment at ridiculously low prices. The diner itself looked abandoned, with covered-up windows and no signage other than the address

Despite her reservations, she pulled open the blacked-out door and stepped inside. The air was thick with dust, stale tobacco smoke and fried food. Cobwebs clung to the corners of the main room A figure emerged from the shadows - tall, wide, imposing, and with an air of menace.

"You're here for the sale," he growled, his voice low and rough.

She nodded, trying to keep her voice steady. "Yes, I saw your ad online."

The man gestured to nearby shelves stacked haphazardly with old pots, pans and stainless-steel dishes. "Help yourself," he said. "Everything must go."

As she began to browse through the items, she noticed that the man was watching her - his eyes roving over her body with an unnerving intensity. She tried to brush it off as mere curiosity, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off.

Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed her by the back of her head fingers wound through her hair - his grip like a vice. She tried to struggle free, but he held her firm.

"I think you'll find that this is more than just a sale," he hissed into her ear.

As the man's grip tightened, pulling her hair from close to her skull she felt a surge of fear and adrenaline coursing through her veins. She tried to pull away, but he held her firm, his eyes gleaming with a sinister intensity.

"You're not going anywhere," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.

Her mind racing, she tried to think of a way to escape. She glanced around the dusty old diner, looking for some way out, but all the other doors were blocked but random equipment.

The man seemed to sense her gaze, and he chuckled low in his throat. "You think you can escape?" he taunted. "I've been waiting for someone like you."

As he spoke, he began to drag Emily towards what looked like a table covered by a dusty moving blanket. Pulling the blanket back revealed a table fitted with straps, restraints, and leg rests like at the gynecologist’s office. His grip was unyielding as he pushed her on the table and strapped her in tight legs spread wide, feet raised, hands bound over her head., a gag stuffed in her mouth. He slowly started to cut away her clothing, leaving her completely naked, open and exposed.

He began running his hands up and down her body, slowly and roughly following every curve and probing every opening. Despite the fear her body begins to betray her. Her nipples tighten and become hard as she feels the wetness grow between her legs. He notices her body’s feral, unintended reactions and takes it as her encouragement and consent to continue with his lust………