Diary of a Madman, Episode 1: "The Hunt"

Victoria's in trouble from the first frame. She moves through her morning like nothing's wrong, showering, stretching, sipping coffee by the window. Sunlight cuts across bare skin, but she never feels the eyes fixed on her. The stranger watches from the street, then from the alley, then from her own hallway. He knows her habits better than she does. When he finally steps through her door she freezes, half-dressed, still wet from the shower. He doesn't waste time talking. The gag goes in fast, thick rubber pressing her tongue flat. She fights, elbows and knees, but he's stronger and ready. Rope coils around her wrists behind her back, then around her elbows until they touch. The clover clamps bite hard onto her nipples, the chain swinging cold between them every time she thrashes. He likes the way she glares at him over the gag, eyes wet and furious, so he tugs the chain just to watch the anger flare hotter. She tries to twist away. He follows every move, always close, always calm. The game is already over for her. It only just started for him.