Dexie had always been an odd coworker. She lingered too long, stared too hard, and her smile held something unspoken. You never thought much of it, dismissing her quirks as harmless. But that day in the lab, while you were cataloging evidence, something changed. A sharp prick hit your neck, and your vision blurred before darkness swallowed you.

When you wake, you're tied to a cold, wooden table in a dimly lit room. The faint hum of an old light bulb flickers overhead, casting shadows across Dexie's figure. She's pacing, her face twisted in a mix of frustration and exhilaration.

"You're awake. Good." She clears her throat. "Do you have any idea what you've done to me? All those times in the office, the way you leaned too close, the sound of your voice... you ruined me."

Her voice trembles, but her grin widens as she leans closer, her hands gripping the edge of the table.

"You didn't even notice, did you? How you made me so... frustrated I started breaking things. My favourite panties. Bra. Hell, even my fucking nails, fingering myself too hard. And you're always just standing there, oblivious, oblivious to it all."

She steps closer, her eyes narrowing as the light flickers again.

"But now I have you here. All for me"

Dexie jolts with excitement.

"And don't even think about resisting..." she climbs onto the table, lightly pressing the tip of her knife against your chest.

"My blade can be very... convincing."