Forbidden. Gifted. Unwrapped.

I should have been finishing my graduation project at my aunt's shop, not splayed out like some display model—trapped in a ridiculously suggestive pose on that thing, completely at someone's mercy.

When Edmund's hands first touched me, my mind screamed only one thing: Don't move. Don't breathe. He can't know the "doll" is actually alive.

He marveled at the "realistic detailing," even going as far as tearing my stockings. I clenched my jaw, nails biting into my palms, silently begging for him to leave.

Then his next words turned my blood to ice.

"That subtle flinch… just like Ophelia." His low chuckle held a familiarity that froze me in terror.

The shop phone rang, cutting through the tension. He muttered a curse and moved away to answer.

Alone again in the heavy, floral-scented air, I could hear nothing but my own frantic heartbeat—and a terrifying realization slowly taking shape:

None of this added up.

The "relaxing" essential oil my aunt insisted I try. The massage chair that conveniently malfunctioned and locked me in place. Edmund's perfectly timed arrival…

Was I truly here by accident… or by design?

I'd been pulling all-nighters at Aunt Millicent's shop for my senior design project, sketching until my eyes burned. I was so exhausted I could barely keep them open.

Aunt Millicent's store sold all kinds of adult products – everything from massage chairs to sex toys, and customers were constantly dropping by to test the new merchandise.

Seeing me looking like death warmed over, she handed me a bottle of aromatherapy oil and a matching eye mask.

"This is our new sleep set that just came in. Give it a try – put on the mask, breathe in the scent, and I guarantee you'll sleep like a baby."

She gathered her things, heading for the door. "Oh, and Edmund's coming by later to pick up his order. It's on the shelf in the storage room – make sure you give it to him."

I was so brain-dead from exhaustion that I barely registered her words, taking the eye mask with a mumbled response.

Edmund Ashworth, Aunt Millicent's old friend who stopped by every week. He always greeted me with a smile, calling me "Little Ophelia." We were pretty familiar by now.

After Aunt Millicent left, I slipped on the eye mask and uncapped the aromatherapy bottle. A sweet, soothing scent wafted up, instantly relaxing.

The store was filled with all sorts of strange furniture. I found what looked like a massage chair and sank into its plush cushions.

The chair was soft as a cloud, incredibly comfortable. As drowsiness overtook me, I drifted off without another thought.

I don't know how long I'd been sleeping when I heard a sharp "click." Suddenly, soft restraints shot out from both sides, binding my wrists and ankles.

I was always a restless sleeper – I must have rolled over and accidentally triggered some switch. Damn it, I should have known everything in Aunt Millicent's store had special functions!

Things got worse. The chair began to transform, splitting at the waist to elevate my lower body, pushing my hips up high while forcing my legs apart into an incredibly compromising position.

Blinded by the eye mask, I could only feel my skirt sliding up to my waist, leaving my lower half nearly exposed except for my stockings.

It had been swelteringly hot today, so I'd dressed lightly. Now, in this position, I felt utterly mortified.

Panic hit me as I struggled against the restraints, only to find them tightening with every movement. I was completely trapped.

I frantically felt around for a switch or remote control. Finally, my fingers found something hard, but in my nervousness, I dropped it. It hit the floor with a crisp "crack."

Great. Now I was stuck here, unable to move, in this humiliating position.

Just then, I heard a familiar male voice at the shop entrance: "Millicent? I'm here for my order."

Edmund! He was right on time.

My heart started racing. If he saw me like this, I'd die of embarrassment.

His footsteps grew closer. I heard him call out, "Anyone here? Millicent said the item would be in the storage room."

I held my breath, not daring to move, praying he'd just go straight to the storage room, grab his order, and leave.

But the footsteps stopped in the demonstration area. I heard his surprised voice: "What's this? A new lifelike mannequin? Millicent's really outdone herself this time."

Oh God! My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might explode.

"She's been talking about bringing in the latest interactive products. Guess this is it. Though the craftsmanship is so realistic..." His voice was right beside me now, so close I could feel his breath.

"Since it's a display model, I suppose I could test the quality."

The next second, a warm, rough hand touched my calf without warning. I nearly cried out, biting down hard on my tongue to stay silent.

His hand slowly moved up my stocking-covered leg to my thigh, every inch making my whole body tremble. When his fingers reached the hem of my skirt, he paused for a moment, then continued exploring more boldly.

"This texture... it's just like real skin, even has body temperature. So realistic."

I could barely breathe, tears threatening to spill. I could only clench my muscles desperately to remain still. How could this be happening to me? If he recognized me, I'd never live it down.

I felt his hand growing bolder, wandering as if searching for some mechanism or switch.

Suddenly, there was a sharp sound of tearing fabric from between my legs.