I look her body up and down as I circle her.
Mine?
I smile a devious, deviant, I’m-gonna-make-you-sorry-you-ever-started-playing-this-game-with-me smile.
And then I take her hand.
I lead her to the elevator.
We go up to my apartment.
I tie her wrists together with rope.
Raise her arms above her head.
And chain her to the ceiling.
It’s my turn.
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