I can’t recall how it began, but I find myself in an unfamiliar place, unable to move. Every muscle in my body is tense, and dare I say, I’m craving something! The lights are soft, the air is cool, and all I can think is, “What happened? Who knows my dark fantasy?”
Each attempt to shift only made things stranger. It was like invisible hands were keeping me perfectly still, pressing me to wait, to wonder, to feel my pulse race in anticipation. I tried to call out, but even my voice seemed stolen — replaced by muffled sounds and nervous gasps around a ball gag lodged tightly in my mouth.
Then I find myself in another position, this time with more ropes than the last. The rope pressed close against skin, tracing deliberate lines that seemed to echo each heartbeat. Each loop drew a little tighter, not with cruelty but with care — a sculptor’s touch shaping stillness from motion. Breath came slower, deeper. Every fiber hummed with awareness, every sound sharper, every sensation magnified until the world narrowed to the rhythm of rope and pulse.
By the end, I wasn’t sure what was real anymore — only that I’d gone from confident and composed to something else entirely. A display. A prop. A part of someone’s elaborate setup that I couldn’t quite escape… and maybe, deep down, didn’t entirely want to.
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