Of all the ways he could imagine being woken up, tied to the bed wasn't one of them. Yet there he was, his hands cuffed to the headboard, a chain connected to the handcuffs and looped around the central wrought iron post of the bed frame twice. “Comfy?” she cooed, grinning and lightly caressing down the sensitive skin of his forearms to his elbows. She was dressed in red hot lingerie, lace showing off her curves and pale soft skin. “Y-yeah” he said, still trying to understand the situation. His voice shook a little, and nervousness was there in spades, but it was mixed with excitement and an… 続きを読む

Obsessed Haruki was never quite able to maintain a normal life. Being a Japanese-American didn’t help, but it was beyond that. He never socialized normally. Never learned how. He’s also always been into internet forums. Haruki would often scroll through them while at his job, looking for a rabbit hole to fall into as he waited out his night shift. This shift was akin to many others. He would take breaks to do his rounds, searching the closed mall for any abnormalities. Almost all of these rounds were uneventful. The most he’s ever dealt with is a few homeless people almost… 続きを読む