Sitting at home, Kaysen felt safe. He was 5 feet 11 inches tall with a great body. Working out sense he was in high school, Kaysen was in amazing shape. His shiny black hair hung just past his shoulders, and he often wore it in a pony tail. None of this, though, was why he felt save. In the drawer in his nightstand, was a beautiful 45. He loved that gun more than his own house, and took it to the shooting range on many occasions.
Watching some TV, Kaysen was unaware of the scratching sound coming from his front door. The front door silently opened as a small figured in black slid past the door frame and closed it behind them. The figure sheathed in black showed the thief to be a woman. Her curves were amazing, even for someone built for this kind of work. Thin hips, round, but firm ass, and around a C cup hanging from her torso. She pulled a small revolver out of her belt and opened her bag to start gathering things she could sell later.
Deciding it was time for bed, Kaysen cut off the television. No sooner did the screen go black, did he hear something down stairs. Smiling, he opened his drawer, pulled out his piece and moved through his room, cutting off his lights. He slipped behind the door and waited, knowing most thieves would steal from the entire house. So he waited, waited for the thief to unexpectedly walk through his bedroom door and into his trap.
Noticing the lights go off upstairs, the thief set down her bag and pulled out four small ties. Now that the resident was asleep, he or she would be easier to subdue, and go on with her plans. Not making a sound, she made her way up the stairs and peeked into the now dark room. It was to dark to see anything from the hall, so she moved into the room to get a better look. As she made it past the door, she heard the squeak of it close and felt metal press to the back of her head. Light filled the room as the man behind her switched a flip.
Kaysen smiled knowing he had the dirty thief caught. He flipped the switch and his jaw hit the floor as he realizes it was a woman he was holding a gun to. Smiling, he thought up a completely different plan for what to do with his new captive. He pulled back and struck her hard at the base of her skull, watching her fall in a heap on the floor. After putting the gun down, he smiled again, ready to have fun with his little thief.
Pain, that was all she could feel. It was dark again, or maybe it was her eyes were closed. The last thing she remembered was feeling a sharp pain. She tried to lift her hand and feel her head, but found it bound. Slowly she realized all her limbs were bound, to four corners, spread eagle. As her body moved, she felt the soft sheets of a bed against her...skin? 'Oh god!' she thought as she realized she was naked, tied spread eagle, in the dark.
