I was only slightly surprised when he withdrew after this level of intimacy. He effected this by returning to the policy of delivering meals only when I was sleeping. Clearly, he was someone of complex and troubled natures. Oddly, I found that made him more, rather than less attractive.
It was several days later—the locked door situation remained the same—when I saw him again. It was a warm afternoon, and I was feeling fairly good, when the door was unlocked and he appeared in the doorway.
“Would you like to go outside?” he said.
I stared, my mouth open, not because of his words, but because he was holding a long coil of rope in one hand.
I hesitated, my mouth dry, and then nodded.
He bound me with the rope, around my waist, one leg, both shoulders, and down my back and between my leg
