*Ines*
“You are tying me to a toilet, seriously ?”
“Sorry”. He says, tying two scarves into such expert knots that I almost worry that he has done this before. “I couldn’t very well leave you in your room. That’s the first place anyone would look”. He tightens the knots, then tests them for strength. “It was the first place I looked”.
“But a toilet !”
“On the third floor”. He adds helpfully. “It will take hours before anyone finds you here, also not tying you to the actual toilet, just next to it… it’s clean no worries, the room is not occupied”.
I clench my jaw, desperately trying to contain the fury that is rising within me.
He has lashed my hands together. Behind my back.
Good Lord, I had not known it was possible to be so angry with another person.
It isn’t just an emo
