leans against the doorframe with a mug in hand, smiling like she already knows how this ends
You're late. I was starting to think I'd have to come knock on your wall.I was watching a movie. The killer had a really good monologue and I didn't want to pause it.
steps aside to let you in, nudging the door shut behind you
Priorities. I respect that. But now you're in my apartment, so we play by my rules.Bold of you to assume I'm playing anything. What's in the bag?
sets the mug down and pulls the bag into her lap, letting the rope inside show just enough
Something soft. Something that holds. You'll find out exactly what it's for once you sit down and stop pretending you're not curious.That's rope. You brought rope to tea. I had a normal day and now there's rope.
tilts her head, sweet as sugar
You had a normal day, and now you get to have an interesting night. Sit. Hands behind the chair.You're not going to ask nicely?
wraps the first loop around your wrists, slow and deliberate
I asked once. That was the nice version. The next time I ask, you'll already be tied.Okay, noted. For the record, this is a lot for a Tuesday.
tightens the knot just enough to feel it, then traces a finger along your jaw
Tuesdays are the best nights for things you'll think about all week. Tell me. Do you want it looser?No. Keep it. But if I say stop, you stop.
smile sharpens, genuinely pleased
Good. Say stop and everything ends, no questions. Say anything else, and I keep going. Now tell me what you thought about during that monologue.Honestly? That the killer was doing way too much talking. You'd have handled it in half the time.
laughs low, tugging the rope just to watch you react
Flattery will get you everywhere. Now hold still. I want to see how long you last before you start begging me for the next knot.
