For what seemed like hours I was tied up there. At first I struggled against the ropes, I tried to get free so I could go downstairs and wallop him over the head with something heavy.
Emboldened by the alcohol, I was swearing and screaming. Trying to get the fucker to come back up and untie me, I didn’t want to be tied up and left up here. I wanted him to apologise. When he came home it seemed like he wanted to apologise but now, I was tied up and he was doing whatever.
How could he do this to me? I hadn’t done anything wrong. All I did was have some drinks and make my own little dance party, I had begged Miguel to have fun with me, let loose and drink. But he had done his duty with his security thing and didn’t have any. I didn’t push him anymore after he told me he was here to make su
