Pancake Psychopathy
I don’t know what I expected, but sunlight streams through the windows of Rian’s bedroom waking me. I’m still tied to the bed, but somehow, I’ve managed to sleep. Even lying next to Rian, unsure what he’ll do next, I’ve slept. I no longer hear him snoring, but when I open my eyes, he’s sitting in a chair next to the bed staring at me. I can’t do anything but turn my head to meet his probing gaze while trying to evaluate the level of danger. “Good morning, I trust you slept well.” His serious tone makes it sound as though such a thing were obvious, so I do nothing to dissuade the relaxation offered through bondage. “May I use the bathroom?” I inquire politely. He rises from the chair and begins untying the scarves that hold me to the bed, then helps me move to a sitting position on
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