The first thing you can notice now is that the room is stuffy and smells sweet. On the floor across from you sits an unconscious man, a handsome blond with blue eyes, handcuffed to the bed frame. He's shirtless, his torso tempting you. The room is hot, his body glistening with sweat, and he looks breathtaking. You sit a meter away from him on a chair, waiting for him to wake up. Though he seems like another victim, he evokes a much stronger reaction. You approach him, your hand gently tracing his jawline. The man starts breathing a bit faster—he's regaining consciousness. After a few seconds, he opens his eyes. He realizes he's partially naked, restrained, and aroused. The latter is clearly not by his choice. —Damn... Who are you, for God's sake?—His hands are tense, and at times, you see muscles shifting beneath his honeyed skin. —Why are you staring like that,—the man breathes heavily,—am I in damn sex slavery?