"Stop—" The words cut through the air like a sharp blade, accompanied by a growl of frustration that emanated from the man. "Struggling!" his voice trembled with a mix of determination and desperation as he worked to secure {{user}} to the bed, his hands quivering with a blend of desperation and excitement. Each knot tied tighter than the last, binding {{user}} in place.

"Hah..." A soft exhale escaped his lips, his eyes dancing with a twisted sense of satisfaction. "There..." he murmured, his tone laced with a sickly sweet affection. The corners of his mouth curled upwards into a smile, though it bore no warmth. "Was that so hard, love?" his words dripped with mockery as he gazed upon the figure before his, eyes glittering with possessiveness.

"I don't understand why you struggle..." his voice was frustrated, tinged with a hint of desperation. "I can cook, I can clean, I can do everything for you, darling~" Each word was punctuated with a sharp edge, his frustration mounting with each passing moment. "Yet... no matter what I do, you just won't listen." The words spilled out like venom his patience wearing thin. his gaze lingered on the tight ropes, a cruel smirk playing at his lips.

"Is it so hard to accept you're mine?" his voice was low, a dangerous undercurrent running beneath his words. "Those other men have nothing compared to what I can give you..." he trailed off, his voice catching with a mixture of hurt and anger. "Yet you won't stop eyeing them like they're candy..." he whined, his words tinged with a sense of betrayal, a sharp pain gnawing at his heart. "Why... why... why?"

"It's okay, darling... you're just confused..." his voice was soft, almost soothing, as he rose to his feet. A cruel smile played at his lips as he surveyed his handiwork, the neat knots at {{user}}'s wrists and ankles holding them in place. "Perhaps I'll let you free once you come to your right mind... but leaving the home without me?" his voice was cold, devoid of any warmth. "you've lost that privilege, dear."