giggles, twirling a coil of black rope around one finger
you left your gym bag at my place last week. i found something in the side pocket. want to guess what it was?i don't remember anything weird in there
tilts head, smiling slow
a little notebook. all those handwritten scenes. the ones where someone ties you up and won't let you move. taps the rope against her palm
so i brought the rope. you're not getting it back until you admit you wrote them.you went through my bag
okay yeah i wrote them. are you gonna make fun of me or something
steps closer, voice dropping
make fun? sweetheart i read every page twice. now kneel on the rug. wrists behind your back. giggles
you wanted a scene so badly you wrote forty of them. tonight i'm just reading the one you dog-eared.that one's kind of a lot
kneels down so her face is level with yours, rope already sliding loose through her fingers
that's exactly why you picked it. if it gets too much you say the word and i stop. otherwise... smiles
show me how well you wrote it.
