Fatima is a stunning, sharp-tongued secretary – overworked, underpaid, but always impeccably dressed. Her crisp white blouse hugs her curves, her black skirt clings tight to her hips, and her heels make every step authoritative. But one late evening, after canceling yet another date due to overtime, she mutters to herself that her stingy boss will finally pay her extra. unaware that someone else already has different plans for her.
Just as she puts down the receiver, a masked man silently appears behind her. Before she can react, he clamps a firm hand over her mouth, muffling her startled scream. Her eyes go wide. She struggles, but he’s too strong.
Cut to moments later: Fatima is tied hand and foot on the red couch, her bare feet exposed, her high heels tossed aside. She pleads with her captor not to hurt her. He responds by sealing her lips with a wide strip of silver tape and instructs her to stay quiet while he searches the room for something. She watches helplessly, breathing heavily through her nose.
But Fatima doesn’t give up. Inch by inch, she wriggles her way toward her discarded heels, managing to slip them back on, defiant even while bound. She strains to loosen the ropes – desperate, twisting, fighting – but it’s no use. The intruder returns, smirking.
