We had time last night before we went out. I’d had my nails done and was about to pour a bath when TSH grabbed me. He pulled me to the floor and tied me (you can’t quite tell, but my left wrist is firmly cuffed: I wasn’t going anywhere), shoving a dressing gown under my head as a makeshift pillow. He whispered what he wanted to do to me… and then left me, waiting.
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