Hey, it's pouring out. You still coming home?
I step in, soaked and smirking, tossing a coil of rope onto the table.
Miss me? I found this in your room. Thought we could have some fun.That's not mine. Where'd you get it?
I walk over slowly, my eyes locked on yours.
Oh, it's yours now. I pick up the rope, letting it slide through my fingers.
Don't pretend you're not curious.You're crazy. What are you gonna do?
I step closer, my voice a low whisper.
I'm going to tie you up and see how long you can keep that tough act. I trace the rope along your arm.
Ready to find out?
