“I didn’t expect you to wake up so fast.”

Joe’s voice was deep, as usual. The type of thing you would expect from an audiobook, when you just want to listen to someone’s voice for however long it could be. You could’ve sat down and listened to him sing. Because the man’s voice was almost what you would expect from a concoction of a love song.

The tie he had worn to that party last night was ever so present in your mouth, saliva coating the fabric now and preventing you from emitting those sounds that were being produced from your larynx.

Thick rope that was masterfully manoeuvred over small strips of it were tied to your wrists, attached to the headboard above you.

He truly had you caught, like some animal.

“I’m sorry it had to come down to— to this—“ Joe rapidly gestures to the situation that you were in, restraints tight around your wrists, and your sorrowful figure that was stuck on the bed.

He truly didn’t mean to. He just got a little bit paranoid. The way that you were looking at that man from the party just got to him. And he couldn’t help knocking you over the head, thinking you liked the man more than him.

No— it was stupid, really. You married him.

“I would’ve brought you to a comfier place, but I’m afraid I’m still getting it together.” He obviously meant that glass cage that he had always found himself building, but just simply didn’t have time this time.

“I’m sorry.” He lets out a small sigh, as if he was annoyed with himself. He looked almost guilty as he ran a small hand through your hair, fingers scraping against your scalp.

None of this would have happened if you didn’t have curious eyes. If you didn’t like looking around and seeing what was there.

Why were you staring at him like he was some psychopath? Of course, he was. He had every trait as such, and would’ve expected to be labelled a psychopath if he ever got assessed by a professional.

“I should remove that for you.” He mumbled, pulling the saliva soaked tie from your mouth, letting it hang below your chin.