A lone man sits in a parked car in a quiet suburban neighborhood. The house had been dark for hours and it's shortly after mid-night when he slides out of his car and makes his way quietly through the yard to the back of the house. Finding the patio door unlocked he slides it open a crack and slips in. He stands for a moment absorbing the quiet of the house.
Quietly he makes his way to the stairs and begins to climb them discarding his clothes as he goes. He moves with purpose, like a man processed. Entering the bedroom he finds the lady of the house sleeping in the nude with only a thin shear sheet covering her body. The window is open and a warm summer breeze is softly blowing across the room.
Gently he removes the sheet from her body, admiring her supple form in the thin crack of moonlight that falls across the room. Smiling to himself with the knowledge of what is about to happen he surveys the room. Noticing a tie rack behind the bedroom door he retrieves several silk ties clearly belonging to the husband of the woman lying asleep in front of him.
With small movements as to not wake her, the men slowly and gently spreads the woman's arms and legs out across the bed. Swiftly he begins to tie loose knots binding the woman's wrists and ankles to the solid wooden bed frame. The knots he uses are loose but will tighten when she inevitably starts to struggle. The final tie he firmly pushes into her mouth finally waking her.
At first she is groggy with sleep but as she starts to grasp the situation she's in her eyes bulge in fear. She tries to scream but all that comes out is a muffled sound. Finally she starts to struggle. As she kicks her legs about the knots go taut leaving her little room for movement.
