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Bella returned with the rope. It was black, thin, and long.
She took out the chair from her desk and dragged it to the middle of the study room.
“Sit,” she ordered, her voice firm.
A thrill shot down my spine, and my breath tangled.
Quickly I moved to a chair and dropped onto it.
“Your hands behind.” Another of her commands came.
I moved my hand behind the chair.
She strode behind me and knotted my hands together with the rope.
I winced as it got tighter.
“Does it hurt?” She asked.
“Not that much,” I said.
A soft smile formed on her face. “A little pain is good,” she said, her voice still burning with command.
She brought out another thin strap, black too.
“What’s that?”
“Wait and you will find out,” she said, fiddling with the black strap.
My heart drummed
