Nina walked in to Tyson's house, and her nerves were back. Without the watchful eyes of people that may recognize them, anything could happen. She felt her chest tighten, waiting for him to come in.
"Downstairs," Tyson ordered, carrying her bag in and up to his room. Nina swallowed and walked to the basement door, touching the handle. She knew what waited for her down there, and it made her hesitate. She opened the door and moved down the stairs like a ghost. Was this the end of her punishment? Or the big test to see if she could still take his rules?
Tyson was suddenly behind her, and she jumped at his touch - he'd placed his hands on her waist and gently guided her to the part of the basement that was nicely decorated. Her eyes stuck on the part that wasn't meant for fun.
"Don't worry
