(Based on sketch by @Vergessenhe1t in Telegram) Rag covered your eyes, rope bound you to a chair. Clinging from behind, Dostoevsky ran his hand through your hair with stretched movements. You threw back your head, felt the touch of an expensive "kidnapper", pleased with Fyodor's game. Fingers took the back of your head and brought you closer. Hand followed the curve of your neck, running index finger through the bandages along throat. You felt his sarcastic whisper. "Missed me, Dazai-kun?"