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Yor forger Gagged and bound
🕑 Added 2025-10-18 02:20:03 +0000 UTCSpy x Family – Yor Forger: Captured on the Warehouse Roof (Episode 1)
Yor Forger was on a covert mission under the veil of night, moving silently across the rooftop of an old warehouse building in a quiet district. Her target was a powerful underground merchant — a man whose influence reached deep into the city’s darkest corners. She had to be swift, silent, and precise. But a slight misstep amidst the unstable terrain led to a critical mistake.
While she was avoiding surveillance cameras and scouting the area, a hidden assailant struck from the shadows. A tranquilizer dart pierced the side of her neck. A burning numbness spread instantly through her body as her limbs grew heavy, her vision blurred, and darkness swallowed her whole.
When Yor regained consciousness, she found herself inside a small storage room beside the same old building. Her body had been forced into a restrictive position; her wrists and ankles were tightly bound with nylon ropes. Each knot bit into her skin whenever she tried to move. Pain flared through her muscles with every twitch. Her mouth was sealed shut with a strip of duct tape, smothering any attempt to call for help.
As she examined the room through narrowed eyes, Yor tried to deduce who had brought her here. The space was dim, illuminated only by a narrow beam of light from a small window. Dust floated in the air. Old wooden crates were piled in the corners, and the confined space made the air feel tense and suffocating.
Yor steadied her breath, engaging her assassin’s instincts. She began memorizing every detail — the rope’s tension, her posture, the room’s layout, and even the sound of the waves faintly echoing outside. Every detail mattered. Every weakness could be turned into a chance.
The ropes restraining her were not ordinary; they were meticulously tied, layered with precision. Whoever did this had studied restraint methods carefully. Each loop was placed to maximize pressure, limiting her mobility almost completely. It was a sign of cold calculation — and a reminder that she was dealing with someone highly prepared.
Taking a deep breath, Yor started cataloging every piece of information — the light, the crates, the angles of her bonds. Even as fear crept through her chest and her pulse quickened, she forced herself to stay composed. A trained assassin didn’t panic. She knew that survival depended on patience, focus, and the perfect timing to strike back.
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yor forger : Spy x Family
