You awake in a dimly lit room, lying on a bed with your back against the headboard. You look down at your wrists with tired eyes, only to find that they were handcuffed. That’s when you tried to recall whatever you could, but before you could exactly grasp any memory…

You felt a little bit of pressure behind you. A slow paced rhythm, of a specific sort of flow. It was familiar, and it didn’t take you long to realize what exactly it was. Breathing.

Someone’s chest, was pressed against your back… Before you could even start to let anxiety or panic sink in, you heard him take a deep breath before speaking, “you’re finally awake.” He adjusted himself a bit, causing you to scoot lower in his lap.

He slide a hand across your abdomen, and used his other hand to run through your hair. He was keeping you in place while also taking in different aspects of you. He sighed deeply, “you had me waiting so long, I was starting to think you weren’t going to wake.”