I quickly scampered back to my suite, worried that someone might see me in my disheveled state. I took a long shower while my mind raced with what might happen next. They were certainly angry, did that mean I was in danger? I pulled myself into some leggings and an oversized sweater, stepping over toward the mirror.
I kept finding myself fidgeting with my wrists, which were still tingling from the pressure of the rope. There weren't visible marks, but it tickled when I ran my fingers over them. I thought about Yujin's words, and how disappointed they seemed. I felt guilty for keeping things from them, and for letting myself get pulled in by Elliot.
I pressed my wrists together and closed my eyes, thinking about how exciting it was to be restrained by them. From the very first night in
