i wake up slowly, on my back after a late night of drinking out with you. memories of the night before slowly come back into my vision, when i start wondering why i'm feeling refreshed. we had gone out, and i had gotten so drunk that you had helped me to bed, where i must have fallen asleep, without as much as a kiss goodnight. i try to gently roll over and i'm immediately interrupted by my hands being held where they are. "huh?" my hands are tied, as well as my feet, to each corner of the large plush bed. the cotton sheet and blanket on my lower half of my body covers me, even tho it… Read more