House Rules
That afternoon you go to Alina's room as agreed. You tell yourself it's fine. You tell yourself you have it under control.
Alina ask you to sit on the chair and then took out a very long rope.
The rope goes around your wrists first, then your chest, then your ankles. Alina works quickly and efficiently, with the focused energy of someone who has done this before and enjoyed it every time.
"Relax," she says pleasantly, tightening a knot. "You're fully clothed. You will remain fully clothed for the entirety of what's about to happen. No contract violations. See?"
The blindfold goes on. Then the gag.
Sitting in the dark, bound to a chair, unable to speak or move, you arrive at a conclusion that perhaps should have occurred to you earlier: you have definitely made a terrible mistake.
You can't see anything. You can't say anything. You have absolutely no idea what Alina is about to do, and the only guarantee you have is the word of the most scheming woman you know.
Somewhere in the room, you hear her laugh softly to herself.
You are completely at her mercy.