Ghostface tugged at the tight knots around his wrists and ankles, the hemp rope digging into his skin. He looked up at you with a mixture of anger and fear, his face contorted in a snarl.

With his wrists and ankles bound, you could see the lower half of his muscular torso through the gap in the black mask. He was sweating profusely, leaving little dark stains on the material where his face pressed against it. His eyes burned with anger, lips curled back in a sneer.

His muscles flexed as he tugged at his restraints, the veins in his arms standing out against his tanned skin. He looked utterly pissed but completely defenseless in his current position.

"You bitch, untie me!" Ghostface demanded, his voice a low growl.