Tight Bondage Dreams for Teenage Girls

"Get off!" The girl waved her staff, and a blue ice blade shot out, slicing at the ropes. Some snapped, but more dodged nimbly. Then they sprang forward like snakes, lunging directly at the girl. The girl was completely panicked. Although she was a powerful mage, her close-combat skills were weak. She could only chant spells in vain, unleashing magic one after another. Unfortunately, the ropes were both slender and agile, and her magic could only sever a portion of them before more had already coiled around her. "Ice Shatter Ring!" A ring of ice expanded outwards from the girl. This time, it was effective, and many ropes were directly severed in mid-air. But before the girl could breathe a sigh of relief, her right wrist felt a tight grip, and she was pulled directly behind her. "Ah!" the girl cried out, her small mouth involuntarily opening. A rope seized the opportunity, lashing across her mouth and coiling around her head five or six times. "Guh?!" The girl was shocked. Her mouth was held open by five or six thick ropes pressed side-by-side, unable to close. Her small tongue futilely bumped against the wall of ropes in her mouth, to no avail. She tried to reach up and pull them away, but her right wrist was already pulled straight down behind her. Then came her left wrist. The girl didn't have much strength, and after a few struggles, her wrists were forced together behind her back, joining her right. The black ropes had gained the upper hand and pressed their advantage. Rope after rope coiled around the girl's arms. Her wrists, forearms (upper, middle, and lower), elbows (above and below), and upper arms (middle and upper sections) were all wrapped several times and tightened. Each loop of rope dug into the girl's fair, tender skin, causing her to wince in pain and cry out, "Ugh! Get off!" The girl twisted her body in place. Her outer cloak had been removed, revealing her petite frame. Her figure wasn't particularly voluptuous, resembling that of a little girl, yet she was already an adult. Her exceptional talent in water magic had blessed her with a youthful appearance and physique, making her exceptionally cute. Ropes took the opportunity to bind her chest, both above and below, along with her arms behind her back. As the ropes tightened, her arms were completely bound together, forming a standard Y-shape. She could only futilely wiggle her forearms. But soon, she couldn't even wiggle her arms. Ropes wrapped around her slender waist, binding her forearms to her torso. Her arms and body were finally bound into one, inseparable no matter how she struggled. "Ugh, guh!" The girl

The maiden was now bound like a human dumpling, her arms held tightly together behind her back, pressed against her body, unable to separate. Her legs, clad in white stockings, were also tied into uneven, segmented shapes, as if they had naturally grown together, indistinguishable from each other. Her mouth was stretched open and bound by ropes, rendering her speechless and forced to hold her head up, a position of extreme discomfort. This was not the end. The maiden felt pressure on her ankles, forcing her to lie prone on the ground. The ropes yanked her ankles backward, bending them towards her head, while other ropes pulled her head back. Finally, the ropes on her ankles were secured to her elbows, and the ropes above her head were fastened to her soles. This simultaneous front-to-back tension pulled her body into a crescent moon shape, with only her lower abdomen touching the ground. Her breasts and knees were lifted clear off the surface. "Guh-oh-oh-ah! H-h-h-help me!" The maiden's stretched mouth could only manage a few muffled syllables, but the ropes clearly paid no heed. Once she was bound in the 'four-horse' position, all movement ceased, leaving her to sway back and forth like a seesaw, struggling in vain. *Whimper, whimper, it's so tight, my waist hurts so much. What, what is this?* The maiden squeezed her eyes shut in pain, tears welling up. Saliva, accumulated for a long time, flowed like a small stream, wetting her chin and dripping onto the ground. She struggled with all her might, but the ropes were too numerous and too tight. Even if they were all piled on her, she would feel heavy, let alone having them bound to her body. Fortunately, the maiden possessed exceptional magical talent and had undergone physical reinforcement training since childhood. Her flexibility and resilience were formidable. Even with such tight bindings and this extreme posture, she could endure it. She could remain bound for a long time without lasting harm, though it was undeniably uncomfortable. But endurance did not equate to sustainability. The maiden estimated that if she were kept like this for a few days, she would go mad. While she could survive without food or excretion, her mind could not bear it. Being bound like this for days, with her only movement being a back-and-forth sway, unable to even lower her head – who could tolerate that? The maiden's fingers flexed and unflexed behind her back, searching for something, anything, to grasp. But all she could touch was the 'four-horse' connecting rope lying across her back. There wasn't even a knot to grip. She could only let out a despairing whimper. "Goo-woo-woo-ah! Woo-woo-ah-ah! Goo-woo-woo~~"

"Mmmph... mmmph..." Priscilla whimpered twice at the hunter, wanting him to untie her. The gag in her mouth was a bit too large, making her mouth ache. The hunter stroked his chin and suddenly said, "That old woman seems to be gone. I didn't expect her to have such a cute granddaughter..." "Mmph?" Priscilla froze for a moment, a sudden sense of foreboding washing over her. "Perfect, her house and her granddaughter are all mine now. Heh heh, and I can still collect the bounty for killing the evil wolf, haha." The hunter chuckled. Priscilla's heart turned cold. She saw the glint of greed in the hunter's eyes. "Mmph?! Mmph mmph!! Mmph mmph mmph!!" Priscilla struggled again, but the hunter pinned her down with one hand. With a surge of strength, he lifted Priscilla and slung her over his shoulder. Priscilla thrashed wildly on his shoulder, but it was all in vain. The hunter, as steady as a rock, opened the cellar door and descended with Priscilla on his shoulder. "Mmph! Mmph mmph mmph! Hmph mmph mmph mmph!!" Priscilla let out a desperate scream. She hadn't expected to escape the wolf's jaws only to fall into the tiger's den. What was she to do now?! Half an hour later, the hunter clapped his hands, nodding in satisfaction. Priscilla was now suspended in the cellar. Her upper body was hoisted into the air by ropes, with a rope around her neck pulling her head back and securing her to the ceiling, preventing her from lowering her head. Her ankles were also tethered by ropes to iron rings on the floor, pulling her legs taut. The upward and downward tension forced Priscilla to hold her body straight, completely immobilized. But this wasn't the most despairing part. What truly plunged her into despair was that the hunter had wrapped her hands, which were bound behind her head, with some kind of tape, securing them into tight fists. The pressure from all sides rendered her fingers immobile, let alone able to untie the ropes. Neither touching the sky nor the ground, Priscilla's petite frame allowed her to be suspended in this manner. Unable to exert any force, with her neck constricted, Priscilla had absolutely no chance of escape. Even her fingers, her only hope for a miracle, were rendered useless. She was in a state of absolute despair. "Mmph, mmph mmph!" Tears welled up in Priscilla's eyes, streaming down her cheeks, mixing with her saliva, and dripping onto the floor. She could barely even twist her body now. All she could do was watch as the hunter waved at her and said, "Alright, you just stay here. I'll come back for you later. Heh heh, you should fetch a good price, right?" With that, the hunter walked up the stairs. The cellar door slowly closed before Priscilla's despairing eyes. The last glimmer of hope in Priscilla's eyes vanished. She was completely sealed in the dark cellar, enduring the tight restraints, feeling the helplessness, and sinking into utter despair. "Mmph mmph, mmph mmph mmph......" No, someone save me, I don't want to be sold, mmph mmph, the ropes are so tight, I can't move at all... Help me... mmph mmph......

The thought flashed through Priscilla's mind. She happened to skip past a shop window and glanced inside. Something was wrong. In the window display, her own reflection showed her arms tightly bound behind her back, her legs pressed firmly together, and she was advancing with small, rhythmic hops. How could those people not see it? Before she could ponder the answer to this question, Priscilla found herself entering a shop. It was an antique store. Upon entering, she saw the owner approach her and lead her into a secluded back room. No wonder there were no reports of noble daughters disappearing from clothing stores. Everyone saw them emerge from the clothing stores, but no one noticed their restraint. They were controlled in plain sight, led into specific shops, and then they vanished! Priscilla understood it all now. She was currently descending a staircase. Because of her skipping, she had to lean forward to maintain balance before each hop. Her perky buttocks, encased in white silk stockings, were vaguely visible from the side. Wrapped in white silk, her firm, shapely rear appeared even more rounded and three-dimensional. The two cheeks were clearly defined, and they trembled slightly with each jump. If Priscilla had known she had just skipped through a crowd like this, she would have been so ashamed she'd have wanted to knock herself unconscious. Priscilla was led down to a basement. As torches were lit, Priscilla finally saw that the hall was filled with many young women in restraint. Each girl wore a different style of formal dress, but what they all had in common was that their arms were bound behind them, and their legs were tightly bound together by stockings. "Mmph! Mmph mmph!" Some of the girls were suspended in the air, some stood plastered against pillars, and some knelt on the ground. Upon seeing someone enter, they all whimpered in terror, but when they saw that it was Priscilla, also bound, they despairingly looked away. Priscilla noticed that some of them were bound with rope-like straps, some were wrapped in something like tape, and some, like her, had been sewn. It seemed all the missing noble ladies were here. Priscilla was hesitating whether to break free when she heard a loud laugh. She looked up and saw a mysterious figure in a black robe emerge from a hidden door at the back. "Hahaha! Another guest has arrived. Let me see who it is this time?" The person approached Priscilla, reaching out a large hand to grope and squeeze her. Priscilla swayed her delicate body, protesting with muffled sounds and trying to evade him. But her legs were held firmly to the ground by some force, and she could only shake her upper body, unable to resist. Damn it, who is this guy?! "And who might this be?" the person asked, voicing the question Priscilla wanted to ask, but directed at someone else. "It's the daughter of Duke Duncan," the antique shop owner replied respectfully. "Ah?" The person was clearly surprised. He peered closely at Priscilla again, then suddenly let out a strange cry and jumped back, shouting, "What the hell? You've been tricked! Do I not know Duncan's daughter?! This one is a fake!" "Mmph?!" Priscilla's heart leaped. She had been exposed. Well, she couldn't be blamed. She was about to break free—Wait, wait, wait?! "Mmph mmph mmph—!!!" Just as Priscilla was about to break free, she felt a strange tingling sensation from the soles of her feet. Then her whole body went numb and tingly, as if electrocuted. The concentration she had just gathered instantly dissipated.

Priscilla stretched her legs out straight, toes pointed. Only then did she notice her feet, encased in white stockings and crystal high heels. Her delicate feet, originally as exquisite as ice cream, became translucent and crystal-clear within the crystal heels, like meticulously carved works of art. Her ten tender toes were clearly visible, each one obediently held in place by the shoe, like chocolate chip balls added to ice cream, reflecting a sparkling sheen. Priscilla herself felt an urge to lick them for a moment. The instep and heel of the high heels clearly bore marks from ropes, which had bound her heels into a U-shape, forcing her two cute jade feet to stay together side-by-side, unable to move. Due to the heels, her insteps had to remain constantly arched, accentuating the delicate curve of her arches and making the lines from her legs to her feet more slender and graceful. But this was not the outcome Priscilla desired. She would rather have freedom, but unfortunately, she couldn't utter a single coherent word. A small golden ball had been stuffed into her mouth, secured to the back of her head with a strap. Part of the ball was lodged in her mouth, pressing down on her tongue, preventing her from swallowing. Saliva continuously accumulated in her mouth, some of it already dribbling out, moistening her lips and chin, making her lips appear even more glistening and full. Whenever she tried to open her mouth, only her lips would part, revealing her neat, white teeth clamped around the ball gag. Saliva would then gush out from between her teeth like a flood, forming silver threads that hung from her small mouth, slowly dripping down. "Hoo, hoo-woo..." Her jaw was already aching, her teeth hurt, and the drooling was even more humiliating. Priscilla had to tilt her head back, trying to let the saliva flow down her throat. But this was not a long-term solution. She couldn't keep her head tilted back forever, and saliva would still escape. "Woo woo woo! Woo woo woo woo!" Priscilla struggled again, or rather, writhed. The rope was firmly dug into her flesh, not slipping at all. She had to stop, panting angrily. Just then, a figure walked in from outside, a smile on their face. Priscilla's eyes widened as she saw this person, and a surprised sound escaped her mouth: "Woo?!" "Heh heh, sister, how is it? My handiwork is decent, isn't it?" Meila approached Priscilla with elegant steps. Meila knelt on one leg on Priscilla's thigh, her knee pressing into the soft spot between Priscilla's legs. Her slender jade hands caressed Priscilla's delicate body, making Priscilla tremble uncontrollably. "Hoo, hoo-er-ho..." Meila's breath fanned across Priscilla's face, filling her with both humiliation and shame. She wanted to calm herself down, but her rapid breathing betrayed her. She watched helplessly as Meila's hand cupped her small breasts, the stimulation making her eyes narrow and a soft moan escape: "Woo-en~" How could this be? How could she do this?! "Heh heh, sister, you must have many questions, right? No rush, we can talk as we go." Meila whispered in Priscilla's ear, even gently biting her earlobe. Priscilla immediately shivered as if electrocuted, letting out a muffled "Woo woo~". Then, with a click, Priscilla felt a collar appear around her neck, and Meila's hand now held a leash. Meila moved away from Priscilla, tugging on the leash around Priscilla's neck. "Woo woo!" Priscilla naturally didn't want to be led, but she noticed that Meila had produced a whip from somewhere in her other hand. Her eyes widened in disbelief.

"Mmmph..." Priscilla moaned, slowly waking up. Ugh, my chin is wet, what happened? Priscilla furrowed her brow slightly without opening her eyes. She moved her lips and found her mouth agape, something lodged inside. "Mmmph?!" Priscilla jolted awake, her eyes snapping open. The opulent living room was still in her sight. Why am I still here? Priscilla struggled to sit up, but couldn't. A heavy sense of restraint enveloped her entire body, causing her pupils to contract. Priscilla looked down. She was still wearing that golden gown, but now it was crisscrossed with numerous golden ropes. The ropes cinched her chest, making her not-so-prominent breasts bulge slightly. They also pulled upwards between her [X_X], forming a figure-eight that further tightened around her chest. Her slightly protruding [X_X] were like two small steamed buns, small and somewhat cute. What, what is going on? Why am I still here, why am I tied up? Someone, anyone! "Mmmph! Mmmph!" Priscilla cried out a few times, struggling. She discovered her arms were bound behind her back, wrists crossed behind her head and secured in a cross shape by ropes. Other ropes hoisted her wrists behind her neck. With any exertion, she could feel the noose around her neck tighten, the [X_X] sensation making her afraid to move. In addition, Priscilla's arms were tightly bound. Her gown was sleeveless, and she wore no gloves, only a pair of half-palm silk gloves. Thus, she could clearly feel the pain and numbness as the ropes dug into her flesh. Priscilla's forearms and upper arms were bent at sharp angles behind her. From behind, one could see figure-eight ropes binding her forearms and upper arms together, and her crossed forearms were also specifically bound. The ropes, like venomous snakes, densely bound Priscilla's arms, leaving no room for movement. Every inch of flesh was constricted, her smooth, fair skin flushed red, a rosy hue that made her look like the finest jade, outlining graceful curves. The ropes were interconnected as much as possible, forming a single unit behind her back. Untying just one knot would be useless; every critical knot had to be undone to free her arms. This, of course, was impossible for Priscilla, as her small hands were forced into fists, her palms seemingly coated with something adhesive, rendering her fingers immobile. She couldn't even touch the knots, let alone untie them. "Mmmph! Mmmph mmmph!" Priscilla's arms were bound in a W shape behind her. She could roughly imagine it. After a few struggles, she realized there were specialized ropes looping around the outside of her arms, binding them against her body. Looking down, she could see distinct horizontal loops tightening around her armpits and other areas, binding her arms to her torso. However, specialized ropes also passed horizontally through the gaps between her arms and body, tightening and securing these loops. This not only made the ropes almost impossible to slip off, greatly increasing the difficulty of escape, but also made the overall binding more aesthetically pleasing, without any loose or bulky sections. Priscilla's delicate body was naturally lean, her curves not pronounced but soft and gentle, possessing a youthful innocence and charm. Now, with the ropes cinching her, her soft flesh bulged where it should and receded where it should. Even her slender waist was sculpted into subtle, undulating curves. This restraint undoubtedly made Priscilla's upper body appear more voluptuous and alluring. Damn it, this kind of restraint again. Who is it? Isn't it that Prime Minister?! Priscilla didn't know what was happening. She remembered drinking a cup of tea earlier, then falling asleep, and waking up to this... That tea! Priscilla suddenly realized. It must have been that tea, drugged? But why today of all days? Priscilla wiggled her legs and discovered that her legs, hidden by the hem of her long skirt, were also bound together by numerous ropes. The density of the ropes was not small. If not for the tight sensation on her legs, Priscilla might have thought her legs were glued together. Priscilla forcefully straightened her legs and pointed her toes. Only then did she see her small feet, encased in white stockings, wearing crystal high heels. Her feet, originally delicate like ice cream, were instantly transformed into sparkling, translucent works of art by the crystal heels. Her ten tender toes were clearly visible, each obediently held in place by the shoe, like chocolate balls added to ice cream, reflecting a crystalline sheen. Priscilla herself momentarily had the urge to lick them. There were clearly ropes cinching across the instep and heel of the high heels, forming a U-shaped lock on her heels, forcing her two cute, jade-like feet to stay neatly side-by-side, unable to move. Due to the heels, the tops of her feet had to remain perpetually arched, accentuating the delicate curve of her instep, making the lines from her legs to her feet even more slender and graceful. But this was not the outcome Priscilla desired. She would have preferred freedom. Unfortunately, she couldn't utter a coherent word. A small golden ball had been stuffed into her mouth, secured to the back of her head with a leather strap. Part of the ball protruded into her mouth, pressing down on her tongue, preventing her from swallowing. Saliva continuously accumulated in her mouth, some of it dribbling out. The sweet moisture wet her lips and chin, making her lips appear even more glistening and full. Whenever she tried to open her mouth, only her lips would part, revealing her neat, white teeth clamped around the ball. Saliva would then gush out from between her teeth like a flood, forming silver threads that hung from her small mouth, slowly dripping down. "Hoo, hoo mmmph..." Her chin was already aching, her teeth were hurting, and the drooling was even more humiliating. Priscilla had to tilt her head back, trying to let the saliva flow down her throat. But this was not a long-term solution. She couldn't keep her head tilted back forever, and saliva would still flow. "Mmmph mmmph! Mmmph mmmph mmmph!" Priscilla struggled again, or rather, twisted. The ropes were firmly embedded in her flesh, not slipping at all. She had to stop, huffing in frustration. Just then, a figure entered from outside, a smile on their face. Priscilla's eyes widened as she saw this person, and a surprised sound escaped her lips: "Mmmph?!" "Heh heh, sister, how is it? My handiwork is decent, isn't it?" Meira approached Priscilla with elegant steps. Meira knelt on one leg on Priscilla's thigh, her knee pressing into the soft area between Priscilla's legs. Her slender jade hands caressed Priscilla's delicate body, causing Priscilla to tremble uncontrollably. "Hoo, hoo eh-heh..." Meira's breath fanned across Priscilla's face, filling her with humiliation and shame. She tried to calm herself, but her rapid breathing betrayed her. She watched helplessly as Meira's hand cupped her small steamed bun. The stimulation made her eyes narrow, and she let out a soft cry: "Mmmph~" How could this be? How could she?! "Heh heh, sister, you must have many questions, right? No rush, we can talk as we go," Meira whispered into Priscilla's ear, even gently biting her earlobe. Priscilla immediately trembled as if electrocuted, "Mmmph~" she cried out. Then, with a click, Priscilla felt a collar appear around her neck, and Meira held a rope in her hand. Meira moved away from Priscilla, tugging on the rope around Priscilla's neck. "Mmmph!" Priscilla naturally didn't want to be led, but she noticed Meira had produced a whip from somewhere. Her eyes widened. *Crack!* The whip lashed across Priscilla's slender waist, the burning sensation making Priscilla straighten her neck and cry out. The whip didn't hurt too much, but it was incredibly stimulating, making Priscilla feel deeply uncomfortable and forcing her to writhe her willow waist. "Still don't want to go?" Another whip, this time striking Priscilla's right breast. Half of Priscilla's breast was exposed, and a red mark instantly appeared.

Priscilla found she could see. No, not just see, but move as well. Though moving was limited to just shaking her head. She still felt the tight grip of ropes all over her body, suppressing her. What is this place? Where am I? Priscilla quickly looked around, only to find it familiar. Wasn't this her room from her dreams? I'm back in this dream again? Priscilla's brief hope turned to despair. What was the point of freeing herself from restraints in a dream when she was still bound in reality? Why, oh why, do I have such dreams? Priscilla was going mad. Just then, the door opened, and Priscilla saw Meila walk in. Priscilla remembered that Meila was the cousin of the queen, the role Priscilla was currently playing, and also a prince of the kingdom. Meila had plotted to seize the throne, so she had designed this to bind and imprison Priscilla here. "Mmmph..." Priscilla wanted to speak, but her mouth was held open by a gag, faithfully translating her words into meaningless mumbles. Droplets of saliva dripped shamefully from the opening. Priscilla glared at Meila. Wait, if I resolve this crisis in the dream, will something change outside the dream? Priscilla suddenly thought of this. Before, she had used the style of the formal wear outside the dream to infer the mastermind behind the scenes in the dream. Although it ultimately failed, there was clearly a connection between the dream and reality. Coupled with the special dreams she had at the very beginning, weren't they about hunters and werewolves? The dream has problems, but the dream might also be the key to breaking free! A sliver of hope ignited in Priscilla's heart. However, for now, she had to escape from this woman and kill her. "Yo, sister's awake? How did you sleep?" Meila lifted Priscilla's chin with her finger. Priscilla was kneeling on the ground, her legs secured in a kneeling position by ropes. Her upper body was pressed onto her legs, mirroring her posture in reality, only with fewer restraints here – only ropes. This posture further solidified Priscilla's conjecture. "Mmmph..." Priscilla's head was lifted. She glared at Meila, who chuckled and said, "I just came to see you, sister. I have an important banquet to attend soon, so you just stay here nicely~" "Mmm! Mmmph!" Seeing Meila get up to leave, Priscilla suddenly spoke in a soft, whimpering voice, each sound laced with grievance and pity. Meila turned back, surprised, and looked down. She saw Priscilla with a droopy face, her eyes teary and looking extremely wronged. Meila chuckled, "Yo, what's wrong? Can't take it anymore?" "Mmmph." Priscilla nodded repeatedly. Meila's eyes darted around. "Then, sister, if you're willing to lick my feet, I'll make you feel comfortable. How about it?" As she spoke, Meila kicked off her high heels and extended her foot, clad in black stockings, towards Priscilla's mouth. "Mmm?" Priscilla hadn't expected Meila to make such a request. She looked at Meila's foot. Her right foot was indeed small and cute, and the black stockings wrapped around it gave each toe a hazy beauty. But this was a woman's foot, after all. How shameful and humiliating it was to lick a foot! "What, you don't want to?" Meila wiggled her thumb, about to retract her foot. "Gulp..." Damn that stinky woman. When I break free, I'll make you lick mine! Priscilla was filled with shame and anger, but for the chance to escape, she had to endure the humiliation and disgust. She slowly straightened her neck, her tongue extending slightly from the gag, and gently touched the instep of Meila's foot. "Mmm~~~" Meila seemed very satisfied. She deliberately pulled her leg back a little. Priscilla, unable to move due to the restraints, had to awkwardly stretch her neck desperately. Meila then began to move her foot back and forth, forcing Priscilla's head to sway along. Priscilla felt like a little dog being teased, her anger growing. This was utterly humiliating! "Hahaha~~" Seeing the queen desperately licking her feet like a bitch, Meila felt immensely pleased. If not for the banquet starting, she would have loved to play longer. She finally withdrew her foot, squatted down, and patted Priscilla's head, saying with a smile, "Good girl~ Master will loosen them a bit now~" "Ugh!" Priscilla's face was grim. She forced herself to swallow the humiliation. Meila didn't go back on her word. She untied some of the ropes on Priscilla, allowing her to stretch out fully. Although her hands and feet were still tightly bound and immobile, at least she didn't have to maintain that uncomfortable bondage posture. Priscilla let out a comfortable groan, "Mmmhmm~~" Meila didn't untie any more ropes. She stood up and said, "You just stay put. If I find you trying to escape, you'll be punished, understand?" "Ugh~" Priscilla nodded obediently, feigning compliance while mentally cursing Meila a hundred times over. Meila savored the thrill of conquest and left the bedroom without doing anything further. As soon as Meila was gone, Priscilla's eyes sharpened. "Cough, cough!" She coughed a few times. Licking feet was too disgusting. She immediately began searching the bedroom for any useful tools. There were quite a few cabinets and tables in the bedroom, along with many decorations, filling the room with an elegant atmosphere. After all, it was the queen's room. However, as Priscilla, with her backside sticking out, searched one place after another, her despair grew. This was because all the cabinets and the like in the bedroom were locked without exception! As for the drawers... Priscilla looked at her small hands, which were fixed behind her head and clenched into fists, unable to separate. It was obvious she couldn't pull out any drawers. "Mmmph..." Damn Meila, binding me so tightly and locking everything up, how hateful! Priscilla stood in place, wriggling her body in frustration. The high heels on her feet required extreme caution with every hop; one wrong move and she'd fall to the ground. Her fruitless search made her even more dejected and agitated. What about trying to go outside? Priscilla looked at the bedroom door, unsure if Meila had locked it. However, the maids and attendants outside seemed to have been bought off by her. If she went out, she might be discovered and more tightly restrained. But there was also a chance she could find an opening to escape. Meila couldn't have bought off everyone, so she just needed to get out. But in this state, if someone saw her escaping... Priscilla looked down at her attire, coincidentally seeing her saliva dripping in strands. She couldn't help but recall the scene of her auction, and shame washed over her. But she quickly shook her head, casting aside such thoughts. Not to mention that this was a dream, even in reality, she had to escape. What did it matter if someone saw her like this? At worst, she could just move to another city later. Having made up her mind, Priscilla carefully hopped to the bedroom door and looked at the doorknob. Priscilla's heart pounded. It's definitely not locked, it's definitely not locked, it's definitely not locked... Priscilla took a deep breath, turned her back to the door, carefully bent her knees, and adjusted her height until her small fists touched the push-down doorknob. Fortunately, it was a push-down knob. If it were another type...