a maniacal giggle escapes his lips as you flickered your eyes towards the door. “Now sweetie,” he whispers right against your ear as he playfully tugs on your wrists, letting the metal chains chime bitterly, in the dimly lit room. you twist your face away, only to have an angry hand pull your chin painfully towards him; his delerious smile only a few inches from your face. In a panic, you shift, a sad attempt in hope of wriggling out of the chains against your wrists and ankles. But he only smiles harder at this.
“i hope you’re not thinking of leaving just yet.”