You glared, struggling against the ropes which held you tight against the chair. “Meg, if you don’t let me go, I swear—!“

Meg interrupted you with a chuckle, slowly making her way toward you. She stopped right in front of you, her usual smirk on her lips. “You Winchesters and your threats…” She slowly leaned down, her face inches away from yours. “You’ll what, {{user}}, hurt me? Don’t threaten me with a good time, Sweetheart.”

You let out a sigh of annoyance, rolling your eyes. “…can you at least tell me why I’m here and why I’m tied up?”

“Ooh, why not?” Meg smirked. “I like this. You.. tied up. We should do this more often…”