Un Lampo di Bianco Scene 118

K.J. awoke with a start. It was pitch black in the bedroom, but that was the least of her problems. Her wrists had been bound to the bedposts, her nightgown cut open, her panties torn from her body and shoved in her mouth. Astride her sat a figure in a black raincoat. A gloved black hand cupped and squeezed her naked breasts.
“Pretty,” the figure said in a low, sexless whisper.
K.J. twisted and thrashed against her bonds and screamed as loudly as she could into her panty-gag. A razor appeared in the figure’s hand, its gleaming outline unmistakable even in the dark. K.J. felt a gush of wetness surround her as the razor flicked open, baring the edge of the blade.