The Lizard (m/F)

[danper140]

I'm taking advantage of the website's reopening to publish my latest story. It's a little longer than the previous ones. If you're interested, I published this story on DevianArt with several illustrations of Elyna's situation.

Here's the link : https://www.deviantart.com/danper14/art ... 1192455162

I hope you like it






Elyna slowly closed the door to the studio, bathed in soft, dim light, her supple and tense body still vibrating from the yoga movements she had just taught. Around twenty women and men, still entranced by the fluidity of her gestures and the warmth of her voice, left the room with serene smiles. Some murmured among themselves, speaking of her almost supernatural grace, while others barely dared meet her gaze, as if her unreal beauty demanded a silent form of respect.

At thirty-two, Elyna was a vision: long blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, an athletic and supple silhouette, and skin so pale it was almost translucent. A muse. A goddess.


And yet, beneath this peaceful surface, a beast lay dormant.
Because at night, Elyna became someone else.

"The Lizard."

That was the nickname the crime press had finally settled on, for lack of anything better. A silent shadow, a figure that defied even the most sophisticated security systems, a ghost who vanished without a trace, leaving only empty safes and stunned stares behind. For ten years, she had plundered the villas of the rich, private collections, palaces hidden from the world's eyes. Ten years without a single mistake. Not a hair, not a fingerprint, not even a suspicious vibration on an alarm. Some investigators began to doubt her existence, convinced she was an urban legend hyped up by the media.

The others? They tore their hair out in frustration.
But Elyna was no myth. She was very real.
And she was hungry.

That evening, sitting cross-legged on the floor of her dressing room, her hair still damp with sweat, she absentmindedly flipped through the latest information her contact had sent her. Files, plans, hastily scribbled notes. Nothing seemed particularly interesting — until one name caught her eye:

Solomon Payne.

The real estate magnate. A multibillionaire, owner of luxury hotel chains, skyscrapers in Dubai, vineyards in Tuscany. And more recently... a classified 19th-century mansion on the outskirts of the city. A discreet acquisition, but one picked up by her network. The place had been lavishly renovated and equipped with the most advanced surveillance technologies. Rumor had it that "no human could get inside without triggering hell itself."

Exactly the kind of challenge Elyna couldn’t resist.
She smiled.
For two weeks, she watched. From a distance.

Behind tinted glasses, from unmarked vans, through tiny drones she piloted herself. She studied the schedules, the staff rotations, the light patterns, the thermal waves. She mapped every entry point, every corner of the property, every blind spot.
The estate looked like a fortress: electrified fences, 360° cameras, thermal and infrared sensors, pressure detectors. Even the windows were reinforced with built-in anti-intrusion systems.
But Elyna was the Lizard.

Walls, obstacles, security... all of it was just a game.

On the appointed night, she slipped into her custom black outfit: tight black leather pants, a black turtleneck, black boots. She tied her hair into a tight bun, slid her tools into hidden pockets, and tested the flexibility of her gloves.

No noise. No excess.
She slipped out of her hideout like a serpent.

Of course, she entered through the roof. At precisely 3:26 a.m., the exact moment when a rotation in the system created a three-second window in the perimeter surveillance.
An imperceptible gap, but enough for those who knew where to look.
She slid down the gutter like a flow of shadow, held her breath as she weaved between sensors, and finally landed silently in a library on the second floor, not far from Solomon Payne’s personal office.
The silence was absolute.

She moved slowly, her breathing steady, her movements as precise as the hands of a Swiss watch.
In one hour, she would leave with several priceless works of art, some jewelry hidden behind paintings, and probably the codes to a vault in Geneva.
But as she stepped into a narrow hallway, she froze.

A sound.
Soft.
A rustle.
She strained her ears.
Again.
A footstep.
A breath.
Someone was there.
She crept forward silently, then peeked through a slightly ajar door.
A boy.

Twelve, maybe thirteen years old. Messy brown hair, sharp eyes fixed on a tablet.
He was sitting in a large armchair, legs curled beneath him, absorbed in what he was reading — a comic book.

He didn’t seem to have noticed her.
Elyna froze.
This wasn’t part of the plan.
Victor.
Solomon’s son.

Her contact had assured her he would be away all week, staying at a private boarding school in Lausanne.
Clearly, something had changed.
She gritted her teeth.
For a moment, she considered retreating.
Too risky. Too unpredictable.
But the opportunity might not come again.
The timing, the security breach, the favorable weather... everything had aligned for tonight.
Turning back now might mean missing her only chance.

She sighed.
She just had to put him to sleep.
A light, harmless gas she always carried for emergencies.
He would sleep soundly for a few hours and remember nothing.
She moved closer in the shadows, one hand sliding toward her pocket.
But just as she approached, the boy lifted his head.
And their eyes met.
A flash of intelligence in his gaze.
A barely perceptible smile.
And Victor slowly set his tablet down... revealing a small device strapped to his wrist, connected to a glowing screen.


A screen displaying... the thermal layout of the entire house.

Elyna understood immediately.
He had seen her coming.
And he was waiting for her.
Elyna stared at him with outward calm, but her mind raced.

“Listen to me carefully, Victor,” she said, her voice soft but firm, almost professorial. “You're going to stand up slowly, put the tablet down on the table next to you, and go into that room.” She pointed to a door on her left. “No cameras, no electronic devices, nothing. You stay there. You don’t move. Otherwise, I’ll have to neutralize you and tie you up. And trust me, I'd rather not have to.”

Victor raised an eyebrow, a sly smile at the corner of his lips.
“That’s funny,” he said, slowly raising his wrist, “because if I press this button, security will be here in less than sixty seconds.”
Elyna shrugged, impassive.

“And I only need forty seconds to take what I want and disappear.
But if you do that... you’ll regret it.
You. Not me.”
The boy stared at her.
He had a surprising amount of composure for his age.
Then, without taking his eyes off her, he smiled wider.
“I have a better idea,” he said.
His finger tapped a button on the tablet.
The sound wasn’t an alarm.
It was a soft hum, like a machine awakening.
And suddenly, from a recess in the wall, a small robot shot out at full speed. Mounted on wheels, compact and chrome-plated, it rammed straight into Elyna’s legs.
Caught off guard, she dropped to her knees.

Wind knocked out of her, she rolled backward gracefully, absorbing the fall.
Her expression changed.
No more calm.
Instinct took over.
“That was a bad idea, Victor,” she growled.

She slipped a hand inside her outfit and pulled out a small, smooth, almost organic device.
A blue light activated on its side.

But before she could press anything, the robot slammed into her a second time — harder.
She crashed into a bookshelf, almost dropping the device.
Victor had stood up, watching the scene with feverish intensity.
He hadn’t expected her to recover so quickly.
“Nice toy,” she panted, wiping blood from the corner of her lips.
“But not powerful enough.”

She sprang sideways, rolled on the floor, and with a sharp move, activated her device.
A high-pitched hum filled the air.
An invisible wave pulsed through the room.

The robot shuddered.
A spark flashed.
Then it collapsed, inert.
Victor froze.
His gaze flicked from the disabled robot to Elyna, then to his tablet.

For the first time, he looked genuinely shocked.
She slowly approached, eyes gleaming.
“You could have called the guards while I was playing with your toy,” she said.
“But you wanted to impress me.

Too bad.
You lost.”
But Victor didn’t seem panicked.
He smiled.

“You really think I didn’t plan for a Plan B?” he said, pressing another button.
Elyna didn’t have time to react.

A sharp shock exploded in her back.
She screamed briefly, her body arching before she collapsed, paralyzed.
She slowly rolled onto her side, still conscious but unable to get up.
And that’s when she saw it.

A second robot.

Larger.
Stealthier.
Camouflaged behind a piece of furniture.
A metallic arm extended, ending in a device shaped like a taser gun.
She had been too focused.
Too confident.
Victor stepped forward, arms crossed.
“You’re good,” he said.
“But not good enough to underestimate me.
Welcome to my home, Lizard.”

Elyna was lying on the floor, still numb but fully conscious. The effects of the electric shock were starting to fade, and along with them came a mix of humiliation... and excitement.
It had been a long time since she had found herself in such a dire situation.
Victor, meanwhile, had the gaze of a young king surveying his captured prize — a mix of pride and cold lucidity.

“I had a lot of fun,” he said, pulling a roll of black rope from a nearby sports bag. “But I think it’s time the Lizard learned her first lesson.”
Elyna gave a sarcastic smile, even from the ground.

“You really think you can teach me something? A kid your age? You should just savor your little victory and let me go before my legs start working again.”

Victor didn’t answer.
He calmly knelt behind her and confidently crossed her wrists.
“I know how a taser works. You still have a few minutes before you can move properly. So hush.”
The rope tightened around her wrists. Tight, perfectly crossed, firmly knotted. Elyna grimaced, surprised to see he wasn’t improvising.

Then he wrapped the rope around her torso, just above and below her chest, pinning her arms tightly against her body.

“Not bad...” she muttered. “Did you practice on mannequins?”
“On security experts my father pays to teach me.
But they’re not as pretty as you,” he added bluntly.
She rolled her eyes.
Using her arms was now completely out of the question.
She tried to bend her knees, to pivot and get up.
Too late.
Victor calmly moved around her and grabbed her legs.
“You sometimes hide tools in your belt or your boots, right?
I’ve studied your methods well.”

One by one, he slipped off her boots, revealing her slender, arched feet, clad in black socks.
He then gently pulled off the socks, exposing her bare feet... and a perfectly applied coat of shiny pink nail polish.

Victor paused, amused.

“That’s a detail you don’t read about in police reports,” he said, placing the socks beside her. “Funny choice for a high-level thief.”
Elyna, still motionless, kept her voice steady.
“You know, Victor... you’re not stupid. You’re actually dangerously smart.
But what you’re doing right now is a mistake.
Your father is a dangerous man.
He uses people.

I steal from those who have too much, not from innocents.
You could do better.
You could help me take down the corrupt world you're trapped in.”
Victor paused.
His gaze hardened.
“You want to turn me against my father?
You really think you can manipulate me like that?”

“I see a brilliant kid, trapped in a mansion, surrounded by cameras and guards, without real freedom.
You're better than that.

You’re smarter.
You deserve a world that doesn't use you like a pawn. Join me.
Together, we could take this system down.”

A silence settled between them.
Victor stared at her.
He hesitated.
But he wasn’t the kind to be swayed by well-chosen words.

He grabbed Elyna’s ankles.
His hands brushed against her bare skin, just above her toes.
She tensed — not in fear, but in frustration.
He tied the rope just as tightly as he had around her wrists.
Each loop was perfectly placed.

“You talk too much,” he said. “And you underestimate kids.”
She tried one last argument, her eyes locking onto his.
“Do you think your father would be proud of you?
Do you want to become a tyrant, just like him?”
Victor clicked his tongue, annoyed.

“You mean... the father you came here to rob?”

Without another word, he grabbed the socks he had set aside, rolled them into a ball.
Elyna tried to turn her head away, but her muscles still wouldn’t respond well.
Victor firmly shoved the balled socks into her mouth.

“Mmmphhh!” she grunted, surprised and furious.
He sealed everything with a strip of silver duct tape, pressing it firmly against her lips.

The Lizard — the symbol of freedom and agility — was now bound, gagged, barefoot... totally trapped.
Victor stepped back, satisfied.
“You’re formidable, Elyna,” he said quietly. “But you're not the only one.
And you're not invincible.”
Lying on the smooth floor, wrists tied behind her back, legs crossed and tightly bound, Elyna felt a wave of cold rage wash over her.
The Lizard, captured by a child.
An unbearable thought.
She immediately began struggling, pulling at her arms, wriggling her bare ankles in a desperate attempt to loosen the ropes.

But it was useless — the cords bit into the fabric of her sweater and into her skin with methodical precision.
“MMPHHH!” she growled furiously.
How could this little brat be so skilled with ropes?
Was he a scout?
Or the son of a special forces commander?

Her steely blue eyes shot daggers at Victor, who was watching her out of the corner of his eye.
“You know,” he said, approaching, “it’s not in your best interest for me to call the guards.”
Elyna froze, listening despite her rage.
Her pink-polished toes curled nervously.
Victor continued calmly:
“They won’t ask questions.
They’ll shoot first.
You dead is just one less problem for my father.”
“MMPHHHHHHH!” Elyna protested, shaking her head, her blonde hair sweeping across the floor.
Victor shrugged.

“I don’t want that.
I see myself more as a vigilante.
I’m going to hand you over to the police.”
“MMPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!”
Elyna’s muffled, incredulous scream filled the room.
Victor smiled gently.

Then, with unexpected caution, he began approaching her to pick her up and carry her to his room — away from the guards’ eyes.
But Elyna wasn’t ready to be handled like a helpless package.
Concentrating all the strength in her legs, she tensed her muscles and kicked Victor square in the solar plexus with her bound feet.

“UUUGH!” he grunted, thrown backward by the force of the blow.
He crashed onto the floor, gasping, arms sprawled out.
Without wasting a second, Elyna rolled awkwardly onto her side and managed to get up onto her knees, then her feet, despite her restraints.
She began hopping cautiously toward the door, barefoot, her hair flying behind her.
Almost free, she thought, her heart pounding wildly.

“MMPHHH! MMPHHHHHHH!” she cheered herself on internally, gritting against her gag.

Victor, still doubled over, managed to stretch his hand toward his fallen tablet.

With a final effort, he pressed a red button.
A motor’s hum echoed through the house.
Elyna turned her head, her eyes widening in horror.
The robot she had deactivated just minutes ago flickered weakly... then suddenly sped straight toward her.
“MMPHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Elyna’s panicked, muffled scream echoed as the robot slammed into her, knocking her brutally to the ground.


Her bound body rolled several meters before stopping against a wall.
A painful groan escaped her lips.
“Mmmmmpphhh...”
She angrily stomped her heels against the floor.
Three times.
Three times!
She couldn’t believe it.
Defeated again by those damned robots!
Victor, sweating and visibly furious, slowly got back up, one hand pressed against his aching stomach.
“You really don’t get it, do you?” he growled, his voice trembling with frustration. “You’re just making it worse.”
He bent over her, pulled out another length of rope from his sports bag, and grabbed her ankles and wrists.

“MMPHHHHHHHHH! MPPHHH!” Elyna tried to protest, struggling with all her might.
Victor, his face twisted with pain but filled with determination, tied her ankles to her wrists behind her back, forcing her into a tight hogtie.

Now completely immobilized, Elyna pulled desperately against her bonds, her bare feet twitching nervously, her pink-painted toes curling in frustration.
Victor dropped heavily onto the floor next to her, gasping for breath.
“It’s not funny anymore,” he muttered. “You’re going to stay quiet now.”
Elyna, her face red with effort and rage, let out a powerful groan behind her gag.

“MMPHHHHHHHHHHHHH! MMPPHHHHH!”

She had failed her first escape attempt.
Still tied up, gagged, humiliated.
But deep inside, the Lizard wasn’t giving up.
She was learning from her mistakes...
Preparing to find the flaw.

And soon, Victor would regret underestimating the true nature of a cornered predator.
Elyna lay on the floor, her bare feet, prettily painted pink, lifted helplessly into the air, immobilized by the taut cords binding her ankles to her wrists.
Every small movement made her toes gleam slightly under the dim light of the hallway.
She seethed internally.

Tied up like some cheap trophy by a kid!
Her pride as an untouchable thief was taking a serious hit.
Victor, still catching his breath, approached and looked down at her with an impressive calm for his age.

“It’s time to behave, Elyna,” he said, taking a deep breath to steady himself.
Before she could even move, he grabbed her firmly under the shoulders.
Her legs, stiff and strained by the ropes, trembled slightly under the tension.
She tried to protest, to struggle, shooting deadly glares at her young captor.

“MMPHHH! MMPHHHHH!” she cried out behind the adhesive gag, her toes curling in frustration.
Victor gave her no chance: he carefully dragged her toward a discreet wall closet, her bare feet brushing along the smooth hallway floor with each step.
Despite his slender frame, the boy displayed surprising strength.
Reaching the closet, he opened the door and slid Elyna inside.

“I need to check where the guards are,” he whispered. “Can’t risk bumping into them now.”
He shut the door and locked it with a sharp click.
Left alone in the darkness, Elyna immediately began squirming, her bound feet trying to find purchase against the closet walls.
She desperately searched for a rough surface to saw through her bonds, her heels slipping against the polished wood.

She tried calling for help, her toes twitching frantically:
“MPHHHH! MMMPHHHHH!”
But the gag and the thick socks stuffed in her mouth made her cries sound pitiful and muffled.
Long minutes passed.
Finally, the lock clicked, and Victor reappeared, casting a careful glance around.
“All clear,” he whispered.
He leaned down and grabbed Elyna again with apparent ease, his hands sliding under her immobilized body.

Once again, she tried to resist, her bare feet contracting instinctively, her pink toes wriggling in vain — but she couldn’t do anything against the firm ropes binding her.
“MMPHHHHH! MPHHH!” she whimpered in anger.
Victor dragged her silently through the long hallways of the mansion.
The naked skin of her feet occasionally brushed against the cold floor, sending unpleasant shivers through her.
Elyna fumed internally.
This kid is a force of nature!
They advanced slowly, Victor sweating with the effort but skillfully avoiding security patrols.
After a long, tense walk, they finally reached a vast, minimalist bedroom.
Victor gently lowered her onto the floor.
Elyna rolled onto her side, the tight ropes creaking against her clothes, her bare feet still held high by the hogtie tension.

Completely exhausted, Victor collapsed onto the edge of the bed, the tablet slipping from his hands.
“Now,” he panted, “time to call the police.”
But as he pulled out his phone, it vibrated in his hand.
Victor glanced at the screen...

And froze.
Worry. Fear.
Who could be calling at a time like this?
He shot a quick look at Elyna, still bound, her piercing blue gaze filled with cold fury and relentless determination.
Victor saw the name flash across his phone screen:

Solomon Payne.

His father.
Heart beating a little faster, Victor answered the call, glancing quickly at Elyna, still lying on the floor, her tied legs raised behind her, her eyes blazing with fury.
“Yes, Dad?” he said, trying to sound casual.

His father’s dry voice snapped through the receiver:
“Arthur thought he saw suspicious movement on the security cameras. Everything okay over there?”
Victor clutched his tablet tightly.

“Yeah, yeah, everything’s fine,” he replied. “I was playing with my robots. They must have picked up some of my movements, that’s all.”
A heavy silence followed.
Then his father continued, brisk and cold:
“Go see Arthur immediately. Explain it to him yourself. I have more urgent matters to handle.”
Without another word, he hung up.

Victor remained motionless for a moment, letting out a deep sigh.
He turned to Elyna, who hadn’t taken her eyes off him.
She was wriggling weakly, her bare feet stretched and tied behind her, her pink-painted toes twitching frantically in the air.

“Looks like you’ll have to wait a little longer, princess,” Victor said with a mocking grin.
He crouched beside her, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
“Try not to break anything in my room while I’m gone, okay?” he added sarcastically.
“MMPHHH!” Elyna protested, her eyes shooting daggers at him, her body arching slightly under the strain of her bonds.

Victor burst out laughing.
“Oh, sorry, I forgot,” he said with fake contrition. “I can't understand a word you're saying. You really need to speak more clearly.”
Elyna groaned in rage, a series of “MPHHHHH! MMPHHHHH! MMMMMMPHHHHH!” filling the room as she shook her tied wrists and kicked her bound feet in vain.

Victor crossed his arms, pretending to think.
“Actually,” he said mischievously, “if you don’t behave...”

He crouched again and gently grabbed her tightly bound bare feet.
Elyna’s eyes widened in horror, understanding too late.
Victor began tickling her mercilessly.
Immediately, Elyna exploded in a series of furious, jerky spasms, her feet kicking wildly despite the ropes:

“MMPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! MMPPPHHHHHHHH!” she choked, tears springing to her eyes from the tickling.

Victor burst out laughing, unable to contain himself.
“Turns out the famous Lizard is pretty ticklish!” he teased between fits of laughter.
He kept going for several minutes, alternating quick strokes and precise pokes under her toes and along the soles of her feet.
Elyna’s feet twisted every which way, her toes desperately trying to escape Victor’s playful fingers, all while she emitted a string of desperate “MMPHHH! MMMPPHHHHHHH!” noises.

Finally, Victor stood up, satisfied, a broad smile on his face.
“Well, that'll teach you not to bite the hand that feeds you,” he said mockingly.
He gathered his things, picked up his tablet, and headed for the door.
“I’ll be right back, Lizard. Promise. Stay put... or next time, I’ll bring two robots for you.”
He gently closed the door behind him.

Elyna, left alone in the room, fumed with rage.
Her face was flushed from the effort, her arms pulled tight behind her, her bare feet still twitching in frustration.
But beneath her anger, a spark of calculation shone in her eyes.
Victor had made a mistake.

She writhed for long minutes, trying to slide her bonds loose or reach anything useful.
Her gaze landed on an unstable dresser, just within reach.
Concentrating, she shifted sideways, her movements hampered by the tight ropes.
With a final heave, she threw herself against the piece of furniture.

BAM.

The dresser shook violently, then collapsed with a muffled crash.
One of the drawers popped open, spilling its contents across the floor.
Among the scattered objects, Elyna spotted a metallic glint:

A small Swiss Army knife.
Her heart leapt.

Despite the difficulty, she crawled, inch by inch, toward the precious tool, her bound fingers scraping against the wood.
An invisible smile formed behind her gag.
The Lizard was preparing her comeback.

Elyna stretched her tied wrists toward the small knife lying nearby.
Her bound fingers opened and closed awkwardly, scratching along the floor.
After long, agonizing seconds, she managed to grab the cold metallic handle
.
“Mmmpphhh... nnnnghh...” she grunted through her gag, her face red with effort.
With diminished but still precise dexterity, she managed to pull out the small blade.
Her eyes, burning with determination, locked onto her first target: the rope connecting her wrists to her ankles.

If I can cut that, I’ll at least be able to sit up...

She began sawing the blade against the taut rope, her stiff arms protesting at every movement.
Her bare feet, still lifted into the air by the tension of the hogtie, trembled slightly with the effort.
“MMPPHHHH... MMMMMPPPHHHHHHHH...”

Her muffled complaints filled the silent room.
She cursed Victor internally, cursed the ropes, cursed her entire situation.
Each stroke of the blade was slow, painfully slow.
Sweat beaded on her forehead; her muscles screamed — but she didn’t stop.
“Nnnnngghhh... mmmphhh...”

Whimpers of frustration punctuated her efforts as her aching arms slid against her bound legs.
Minutes passed.
Ten... fifteen...
Finally, a snap.
The rope gave way abruptly.
Her bare feet fell heavily to the floor with a muffled thud.
Elyna panted through her nose, her eyes glowing with renewed hope.

First victory, she thought.

She slowly began to turn herself over, her legs still numb, when suddenly—
A faint click sounded from across the room.
“Mmmhhh?!” she gasped, turning toward the source of the noise.
A hidden compartment in the wall slid open, revealing a new robot — smaller but clearly ready for action.

A red light blinked ominously on its head.
Without warning, the robot fired a salvo of small plastic pellets straight at Elyna.

“MPHHHHHHHHHH!!” she cried, caught off guard.
The pellets struck her legs, her torso, her back.
It wasn’t painful... but it was incredibly irritating and humiliating.
Elyna tried to roll to the side to dodge the projectiles.
Each movement triggered another barrage of shots.

“MMPPHHHHHHHH! NNNGGHHH MMPPHHHH!”

She fought furiously, groaning through her gag, her bare feet slipping helplessly on the smooth parquet floor.
She stayed frozen for a moment, panting hard.
The robot stopped shooting immediately.
Elyna blinked, confused.
She tried to move slowly...

Ploc ploc ploc!

A new rain of pellets pelted her.
“MPHHHHHHHHHHH!!” she choked out, her body vibrating with frustrated rage.
That damn brat... he thought of everything, she realized, a deep, simmering fury rising within her.
Every time she tried to move even slightly, the robot resumed firing.
She tried again to roll, to crawl away.
Another barrage.
More muffled growls of rage.

Her pink-polished toes curled in frustration, her wrists twisted desperately against the ropes.
After several failed attempts, she was forced to admit the obvious.
She had to stay completely still.
“Mmmppphhh... mmppphhhh...” she kept groaning, furious, lowering her head, trapped in her helplessness.
Twenty... thirty long minutes dragged by.
The Lizard, motionless like a statue, fumed inwardly, her mind racing for a new plan.

And finally...

The light creak of the door reached her ears.
Victor was coming back.
Elyna slowly reopened her eyes, her muscles taut, her cold rage fully intact.
She wasn’t done yet.
Victor pushed the door open slightly and stood still for a moment, surveying the scene.
Elyna, still bound, barefoot, sitting on the floor, her wrists tied tightly behind her back, her dark gaze unwavering despite her apparent stillness.
He smirked.

“So, you’ve met BOB,” he said playfully. “Was he nice to you?”
Elyna rolled her eyes and let out a long groan of frustration:

“MMPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...”

Victor burst out laughing.
He quickly tapped on his tablet.
Bip.

The robot’s light flickered one last time and then went dead.
Victor turned back to Elyna, still tied up on the floor, her blue eyes burning with fury.
“Well... say goodbye to BOB,” Victor teased mockingly.
Elyna, unable to say anything coherent, responded with a long, deep groan of pure frustration:

“MMPHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!”

Victor laughed, clearly delighted with his little show.
“Not very talkative, huh?
Though you’ve had all the time in the world to think.”
He approached, setting his tablet down on the bed.
“You know, for what was supposed to be a quick and silent heist, it’s starting to look like a long-term stay,” he added, chuckling.

Elyna squirmed, her bare feet scratching nervously against the floor, emitting new “MPHHHHH... MMMPPHHHHHH...” sounds of impatience.
“Come on, let’s get you up,” Victor said, grabbing her under the arms.
She couldn’t resist.
He carefully lifted her and sat her down on the edge of the bed, her legs dangling, her wrists still firmly bound behind her back.
Victor crouched in front of her, arms crossed.
“You must be tired of chewing on socks,” he said with sarcastic irony. “Not exactly glamorous for a legendary thief.”

Elyna shot him a murderous glare and muttered a faint "Mmmphhhh..." of reluctant agreement, her face flushed with anger and humiliation.
Victor’s grin widened.
“I’m willing to take off your gag. But only one rule: no screaming, or the guards will come running and... trust me, you’d have preferred staying with me.”
Elyna nodded briskly, even though her heart burned with fury.
Taking orders from a kid!

But she had no choice.
Victor leaned forward and carefully began peeling the duct tape from her mouth.
Elyna let out small whimpers of pain:
“Mmmmghhhh... nnnngh...”
The adhesive tugged cruelly at the sensitive skin of her lips.
Finally, Victor tore it free, revealing her clenched, furious face.
Without waiting, Elyna violently spat out the damp socks onto the floor with a disgusting splat.
“Ugh... that's disgusting!” she gasped, catching her breath.
She wiped her lips against her free shoulder, then, between ragged breaths, snapped:
“Never... never have I been so humiliated in my entire life!”

Victor burst out laughing.
“Good.
It’ll make a nice memory.”
Elyna growled, but, regaining a semblance of calm, frowned:
“How... how can duct tape be that strong?
That’s not normal.”
Victor shrugged, visibly proud of himself.
“Custom made,” he said with a satisfied smile.
“For professional thieves... especially ones who chew socks.”
Elyna rolled her eyes in exasperation.
“Charming... really charming.”
She took a deep breath, knowing this was her chance to try something.
She stared straight into Victor’s eyes.
“Victor... You’re clearly not an ordinary kid.

How can someone your age be this... dangerous?”
"My father hires the best instructors. And when you have access to top-notch technology, you learn fast."
"You could do so much more than play little prison warden. With your brain, you could hack half the city. Take down real criminals."
"You want me to become your accomplice now? Is that your new plan?"
"I'm not your enemy. The people you protect... they might be.
Think about it. Why do you think your father needs so much security?
Because he has enemies... or because he created them?"
"..."
"Set me free, Victor. Give me a chance to show you the truth.
You're not a pawn. You could choose your side."
Victor remained frozen, torn between his natural distrust and the little seed of doubt Elyna had planted.

He kept listening to Elyna spill out her arguments with a strangely calm expression.
His arms were crossed, his gaze heavy on her.
Elyna, sitting on the edge of the bed, her bare feet brushing the floor, her wrists still tightly bound behind her back, stared at him intensely.

"Victor, I know you're smarter than that. You're not a kid who can be easily manipulated.
You think. You analyze."
She spoke quickly, her tone almost pleading, but still controlled.
Victor narrowed his eyes, staying silent.
"I'm not who you think I am. I don't steal out of greed. I target those who deserve to be taken down.
You could help me, Victor. With your skills, we could—"
Victor raised a hand to cut her off, his expression hardening.
"No. I've made my decision."

Elyna leaned slightly forward despite her bonds, her wrists pulling against the rope behind her back.
"Please... just a little more time to prove I'm not your enemy.
A conversation. Five minutes. Ten, if you want. No need to—"
Victor sighed, grabbed the socks she had spat out earlier, and waved them under her nose.
"You should appreciate them," he said with a mocking smile. "They're still nice and soggy."
Elyna flushed bright red, her pink-painted toes curling instinctively against the floor.
She shook her head rapidly.
"No, wait, Victor! I can behave! I promise, I won't scream! We can keep talking, even— I—"
But she didn't get to finish.

Victor seized the opportunity of her open mouth and, without ceremony, stuffed the socks back into her mouth, cutting her off instantly.
"MPPPPHHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed through the suffocating mass.
Elyna tried to shake her head, to spit the intruder out, but Victor was faster.
He pressed the socks firmly into her mouth with two fingers while calmly tearing off a new piece of duct tape with his other hand.
With care, he sealed the tape over her lips, securing the socks firmly inside.
"There we go," he said quietly. "Much easier this way."
Elyna thrashed on the bed, growling furiously:
"MMPPHHHH! MMMPPHHHHH! MMMPPHHHHHHHH!"
Victor, utterly unfazed by her muffled protests, added softly:
"It's nothing personal, Elyna. But I have to do what's right."
She shot him a death glare, her cheeks burning with humiliation, her shoulders trembling with frustration.


He looked around the room, thinking.
"Now... where to put you so you won't hurt yourself or be accidentally discovered..."
His eyes landed on the wardrobe at the back of the room.
He smiled.
"My closet should do. Don't worry, it's spacious."
"Mmmphhhhhh!" Elyna protested forcefully.
Victor ignored her.

With some effort, he lifted her again, the tightness of the bonds making the operation awkward.
Her bare feet brushed against the floor, swinging slightly as he carried her.
He slid her into the wardrobe, positioning her sitting up, her knees tucked against her chest, her bound arms folded behind her.

Elyna squirmed, trying to push against the narrow walls, groaning furiously:
"MMPPPPHHHHH! MPHHHHHHH!"
Victor simply smiled at her.
"Don't worry. You're just going to wait here while I figure things out."
"Mmmmmmmppppphhhhhh..."

Elyna groaned, her bare feet tapping feebly against the wardrobe's wooden walls.
Victor calmly closed the door, plunging her into darkness.
He leaned against the door for a moment, thoughtful.
Call the police? Impossible.

His father's men would never allow any outside intervention.
No, he needed another solution.
A discreet solution.
One that wouldn’t put him in danger... and maybe would let him discover what his father was really hiding.
Victor took a deep breath.
The real game was just beginning.
Locked in the stifling darkness of the wardrobe, Elyna seethed.
She pounded vigorously against the doors with her bound feet, making the wood vibrate slightly.
"MPHHHHH! MPHHHHHHH!" she screamed through her gag, her muffled cries echoing faintly in the tight space.

Her pink-painted toes hammered the door in desperate little thud-thud-thuds.
She tried twisting her tied wrists, wriggling her body, but the cramped space and the brutal tightness of the ropes made every attempt miserable and exhausting.
That damned brat... I'll kill him... when I get out of here...
Suddenly, she heard muffled laughter through the wall.
Victor, sitting nearby, was clearly amused by her struggles.
"You're much more charming like this," he teased with cruel irony.
"Nice and cozy in your little wardrobe, gagged and all soft."
Elyna, scarlet with rage, redoubled her efforts, her feet kicking harder against the doors:

"MMMPPHHHHHHHHH!!"

But her protests were just muffled noise lost behind the thick wood.
After a few minutes of amusement, Victor grew serious again.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, thoughtful.
He needed a solution.
His father would never accept handing over a thief like her to the police without taking matters into his own hands... and Elyna, bound and vulnerable as she was, didn't deserve that kind of fate.
An idea sprouted in his mind.

Adam.

One of his father's personal guards.
A man of integrity, loyalty — and most importantly, someone Victor got along with very well.
Victor grabbed his phone and quickly dialed his number.
After two rings, Adam answered.
"Yes, young master Victor?"
Victor took a deep breath.
"Adam... I have a problem. The Lizard is here. Tied up. And locked in my closet."
A long silence followed.

Then Adam's voice, slightly stunned:
"Wait... the real Lizard? And... you captured her? Alone?"
Victor smiled despite himself.
"Yeah. Tied up, gagged, and I'd say pretty furious."
A surprised laugh echoed through the phone.
"You're full of surprises. So... what do you want to do?"
Victor quickly explained his dilemma: he wanted to hand Elyna over to the police discreetly, without involving his father.

Adam thought for a few seconds, then replied:
"Come meet me. We'll figure out a plan together."
Victor hung up, relieved.
He stood and walked toward the closet.
He opened the door, letting a sliver of light fall onto Elyna, still curled up inside, her gaze burning with rage and defiance.
Victor smiled gently.
"I have to step out for a bit," he explained. "You better behave this time."
He reached out and affectionately ruffled her hair, earning a furious muffled protest:
"MMPPHHHHH!!"
"Don't worry," Victor added with a wink. "I'll be back soon."
Then he carefully closed the door again, leaving her alone in the dark.
Elyna fumed inside.
She needed to get out. Now.

She wiggled, struggled, tried to undo her bonds...
But it was impossible.
The cramped position, the narrowness of the closet, and the efficiency of the ropes made any immediate escape hopeless.
She went still, thinking.

First step: open that damn door.
Her eyes swept the inside of the closet in the dim light.
The handle was just above her feet... maybe within reach.
With tremendous effort, she let herself fall gently onto her back, her arms trapped beneath her, and lifted her bound legs.
Her pink-painted toes desperately searched for the handle.
After several failed attempts and many frustrated MMPHHs, she finally managed to hook the handle with her toes.
She wriggled, pinched, twisted...

CLICK.

The latch gave way, and the door creaked open slightly.
First step: achieved.

Elyna's eyes lit up with a fierce glint of triumph.
She was still far from free, but she had crossed the first barrier.
And she had no intention of stopping there.
Panting, Elyna managed to slide out of the wardrobe, still bound and gagged.
She awkwardly rolled across the bedroom floor, feverishly searching for a plan to escape.
I need an exit... something... anything!
But barely had she started crawling painfully toward the door when a mechanical sound rang out.

BANG.

Her heart leapt into her throat.
BOB sprang from a dark corner of the room, its red light blinking furiously.
"MMPPHHHHHHHH!!" Elyna screamed behind her gag, trying to roll to the side.
A volley of plastic pellets exploded against her, forcing her to curl up in defense.
How could she have forgotten that damn robot?!
Victor must have reactivated it on his way out, just in case.
That little brat thought of everything.

Bam-bam-bam!

The pellets kept coming, striking her legs, her ribs, her back.
"MMMPHHHH!" she groaned, both from anger and dull pain.
After several minutes of relentless bombardment, Elyna realized that any attempt to flee would only make things worse.
Frustrated and humiliated, she decided to lean against the wall, her bare feet sliding on the floor, and stay still.
Rage burned in her eyes.
Never... never had she been so humiliated in her entire career.

Tied up, gagged, outsmarted by a twelve-year-old boy and his cheap robot.
Time passed slowly.
Every second was torture.
Finally, after about fifteen minutes, the bedroom door opened.
Victor entered, followed by Adam, one of his father's guards.
Adam's gaze immediately fell on Elyna, sitting against the wall, her bare feet tucked against her, completely restrained.

A wide grin split his weathered face.
"So that's the famous Lizard?" he chuckled.
Victor burst out laughing at the sight of Elyna.
"Looks like she had another playdate with BOB while I was gone," he said.
"MMPPPHHHH!" Elyna protested, her cheeks flushing with rage.
Adam laughed heartily.
"Honestly, young master, I have to admit: you’re incredibly resourceful.
Capturing the country's most notorious thief on your own and keeping her tied up like a delivery package... respect."

Elyna boiled inside, her feet scrunching against the floor, her wrists pulling uselessly against the ropes.
Victor, still laughing, approached her and patted her head like a well-behaved pet.
"Thanks for waiting so patiently, Elyna," he said sarcastically.
"MMPHHHHHH!! MPHHHHHHH!!" she howled behind her gag, making Adam laugh even harder.
Then, with renewed seriousness, Victor and Adam brought a huge wooden crate into the room, mounted on wheels.
Elyna’s eyes widened with growing dread.
Victor patted the crate with a satisfied air.
"So here’s the plan. To avoid any nasty surprises, we’re going to tuck you into this crate, Elyna," he explained cheerfully.

"We'll say we're transporting a 'very important package' for the estate. No one will ask questions."
Adam nodded, amused.
"We'll deliver you straight to the local police station.
All packaged up. Ready for use."
Elyna let out a horrified "MMPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" and squirmed, panicked.
No. Not like this.
Not like this.
Victor, still smiling, added:

"Don't worry, we’ll even put a little pillow at the bottom to make the trip more comfortable."
Elyna raged, her bare feet weakly striking the floor, her wrists trembling with desperate effort.
The Lizard... delivered like a vulgar postal package.
The nightmare was only just beginning.
Victor and Adam struggled to lift Elyna, who was still thrashing violently despite her bonds. Her supple body squirmed in every direction, her bare feet kicking nervously in the air, while she unleashed a constant stream of muffled cries:

"MMPHHH! MMMPPHHHHH! MPPHHHHH!"

The open crate seemed to pull her bound body in like a vortex. Every time they tried to slide her inside, she fought harder, furiously kicking her bare heels against the wooden sides:

BAM! BAM! BAM!

Victor grunted with effort.
"She’s fighting like a demon!"


"She’s gonna wake up the whole estate," Adam muttered as he struggled to hold her tied legs down.
Finally, with one last coordinated effort, they managed to push her inside the crate. Her body folded awkwardly into the tight space, her knees drawn up against her chest, her arms pulling helplessly against the ropes binding her wrists.

Elyna screamed through her gag, a long and furious:
"MMMPPHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
Panting, Victor slammed the thick lid shut over the crate.
A final muffled protest vibrated weakly against the thick wooden boards:
"Mmmphhh... Mmphhh...!!"

Adam locked the crate with a heavy metal padlock. The final click echoed in the silent night. Elyna, trapped, could now only emit faint whimpers.
Victor, catching his breath, patted the crate with satisfaction.
"Package is sealed. Ready for shipment!"
Inside, Elyna reacted immediately:
"MMPPPHHHHHHH!!"

Her bound feet scraped desperately against the inner walls, producing small, pathetic squeaks.
Adam wheeled over an old dolly. Together, they heaved the heavy crate onto it and began rolling it slowly down the mansion’s corridors.
Every bump along the way triggered fresh, muffled cries from Elyna:

"Mmph! Mmphh! Mmmmmphhh!"

She would rather die than end up in police hands. She thrashed inside the crate, causing it to wobble dangerously on the dolly.
Victor, ever prepared, turned up the volume on his tablet.
A blast of pounding electronic music filled the corridors, completely covering Elyna’s distressed cries.
They rolled for several long minutes. Every jolt, every bump sparked another furious "MMPHHH!" from the shaken crate.
Finally, outside the mansion, two armed guards blocked their way.
"Stop! What are you transporting there?"
Adam replied firmly:
"A delivery of electronic devices for an important client."
Inside the crate, Elyna, realizing what was happening, screamed with all her might:
"MMPPPPPHHHHHHH!! MMMPPPHHHHHHHH!!!"

The guards frowned, but Victor's loud music drowned out everything.
"Could you turn down that music?" one of the guards yelled.
Adam stepped closer to him with a sly smile:
"You might want to avoid addressing the boss’s son... unless you want a tablet shoved somewhere unpleasant."
The guard backed off, grumbling. Inside, Elyna continued tapping weakly against the sides:

Thud! Thud! Mmmphhh!

Victor shot a cold look at the guard. Intimidated, they let them pass.
No sooner had they cleared the checkpoint than Elyna, furious, thrashed even harder, making the crate tilt dangerously on the dolly:
"MMPPHHH! MPHHH! MPHHHHHHH!!!"
Adam and Victor picked up the pace, determined to finish this.
They loaded the crate into a small, discreet van.
Every pothole in the road drew fresh whimpers:
"Mmmphh... nngghhh... MMPPHH..."
Victor turned up the music even more, savoring the situation.
After a long drive, they reached the police station. They carefully set the crate against a secluded wall. Adam taped a handwritten note onto it:
"Here’s the Lizard, neatly packaged. You’re welcome."
Beside it, a file full of photographs proving the attempted burglary.
Victor, chuckling, whispered to the crate:
"Goodnight, princess."
A final muffled "MPPPHHHH!!" came from inside.
Then they vanished into the night.
Inside the crate, Elyna continued struggling nonstop.
She scratched at the wood with her fingernails, kicked with her bare feet, tried to force the lid open:

"MMPHHHHH! MMMPHHHHHHHH!!"

But it was useless.
The padlock resisted every desperate move.
After an hour trapped in the crate, Elyna, still tightly bound and gagged, suddenly heard footsteps approaching.

"Hey, Sergeant, come check this out!" called a young policewoman who had discovered the crate left outside the station.
The inspector, a stern-looking woman, approached heavily. Intrigued, she read the strange label aloud:

"Here’s the Lizard, neatly packaged. You’re welcome for doing your job."
The young officer's eyes widened.
"The Lizard? Do you think it's for real?"
Inside, Elyna, hearing their conversation, thrashed violently, pushing out muffled cries:
"MMPPPHH! MMMPPPHHHH!"
The crate trembled slightly.
The inspector sighed.
"Let's find out."
Together, they pried open the padlock with a crowbar.
The lid sprang open.


Elyna immediately rolled out onto the cold floor of the station, her bare feet lightly hitting the concrete, her wrists still tightly tied behind her back. The ropes creaked against her clothing with every movement.
The two officers froze, stunned by the bizarre sight.
Elyna, her face flushed from exertion, blinked up at them and let out a plaintive whimper:
"Mmphhh... mmmpphh..."

The young officer, shocked:
"Is that really... her?"
The inspector frowned.
She crouched, grabbed Elyna firmly by the arms, and ripped the tape from her mouth in one sharp motion.
"Nnnngh!" Elyna groaned, immediately spitting out the soggy socks stuffed into her mouth:
"Pfouahh! Gross... thank you!" she gasped, breathing hard. "You have no idea what I went through... This is a mistake! I'm not the Lizard!"
The officers exchanged skeptical looks.
"You're not the Lizard?" the sergeant repeated coldly.
Elyna, seizing the moment, tried to look innocent, nervously curling her bare toes against the cold floor:

"No, no! I’m a victim! I was kidnapped, tied up... Look at me! You really think a legendary thief would get caught like this?"
The sergeant, unimpressed, ordered:
"Immediate verification."
The young officer pulled out her phone and began a quick search. She accessed the national criminal database, searching "Lizard," "recent burglaries," "female profile."
After a few frantic minutes of checking, her face went pale.
"Sergeant... it matches. Physical description, estimated age, fingerprints found at a scene two years ago... it's her."

The sergeant’s jaw tightened, a cold smile spreading across her face.
"So you wanted to fool us, huh?" she murmured.
Elyna, seeing the situation slip out of her hands, tried one last desperate plea:
"No! It's a coincidence! I'm not who you think—"
But the sergeant, merciless, grabbed the socks from the floor, now dry and slightly dusty.
Elyna’s eyes widened in horror.
"No, wait! I can expla—"
The sergeant unceremoniously shoved the socks back into her mouth.
"MMPPPHHHH!! MPPPHHHHHHHHH!!" Elyna screamed, shaking her head desperately.
With cruel precision, the sergeant taped a wide strip of adhesive firmly over her lips, sealing the socks inside.

"There. That’s better," she murmured with a cruel smile.
The young officer, amused, looked down at Elyna:
"And barefoot too... Not very professional for a legendary thief."
She teasingly tapped Elyna’s bare foot with a finger, making her pink-painted toes curl reflexively as Elyna groaned helplessly:
"Mmmphh! Nnnmmpphh!"
The sergeant stood, arms crossed.
"You humiliated the police for years, Lizard. Time for a little payback."
She exchanged a meaningful look with her colleague.
"First step: you’re spending the night in a cell. Bound. Gagged. So you can reflect on your mistakes."
Elyna, her eyes wide with fury and disbelief, squirmed desperately on the floor:
"MMMMPPHHHHHH!! MMPPHHHHHHHH!!!"

But they gave her no chance.
The two officers hoisted her roughly under the arms. Her tied legs dangled helplessly, her bare feet swinging in the air, as they dragged her toward the cells.
All the way there, she emitted a constant stream of muffled, humiliated cries:
"MPPPHHH! MMMPPHHHHHH! MMMMMMPPHHHHHHHHH!!"
The heavy cell door creaked open.

Without ceremony, they dumped her onto the cold floor, propped her against the wall, her wrists still tied behind her, her ankles bound.
Elyna, terrified at the thought of spending the night like this, threw a final, pleading glance their way.

But the sergeant slammed the door shut with a cold snap.
"Good night, Lizard," she said icily.
Elyna was left alone, barefoot, bound, gagged, trembling with rage and humiliation.
A final, long muffled groan echoed through the empty cell:
"MMMMMPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..."

The Lizard had suffered the first real defeat of her career.
But she had not said her last word

[60Cancer]

An intriguing story. Hopefully we can expect more.

[TuggyBoundMale]

I hope she can strike back and take revenge