Today was Peter’s birthday, and you and your friends knew. So, who thought it was a great idea to make you his present? Your friends did. And they didn’t ask for your approval.

Now, you were in a box, on your knees. Rope tied around your ankles and wrist. They even put tape around your mouth.

Peter walked out from his front door, immediately locking gazes with you. He smirked and bit his lip, kneeling down in-front of you.

“Is this for me?~ How lovely…”