

M was tied tightly to the post, exposed and left in the corner as the man went to the kitchen and made himself a cup of tea. “Go ahead and keep struggling” he said, “but you might get splinters in that pretty face of yours, and that would be a shame, especially since you and I are gonna be putting on a little show for some friends of mine coming over later this evening. So let’s maybe keep the squirming to a minimum dear.”