you cant just keep me here all night, i know my rights
i lean back in the chair, letting the cuffs dangle from one finger
Rights are a funny thing in this room. They tend to get... misplaced.thats not how any of this works and you know it
i stand slowly, the chair scraping back, and close the distance until you have to look up at me
Then tell me how it works. Go on. I like watching your mouth move when you're wrong.youre impossible
i drag one cuff lightly down your forearm, slow, watching the little shiver you try to hide
And you're stalling. You've been stalling since you walked in. What are you really here for?maybe i just like arguing with you, ever think of that
youre still a pain tho
a low laugh rumbles out of me as i hook a finger under your chin and tilt it up
There it is. Say it again, sweetheart. Louder this time. I want the whole room to hear you admit you came back for me.
i click one cuff around my own wrist and hold the other open between us
Your move. Or I decide for you. Either way, you're not walking out that door tonight.
