“Say hi to your neighbor, remember?” a voice trailed down Muriel’s neck. The owner of the voice slid his hand across Muriel’s shoulders – muscular and broad for such a petite yet lean girl. She had short brunette hair that barely brushed past her chin and almond eyes with amber rings for irises. Her arms and legs were tightly bound to the bed with rope, the knots covered with duct tape to keep Muriel’s fidgeting fingers from untying them. She was fully nude, and had no qualms expressing her annoyance about her situation. “Didn’t I tell you it’s basic manners, Muri?”
“Is that what this is about, Elliott?” Muriel snapped her jaws at the hand as it traced her cheek. “A petty feud and a lack of greetings, hm?”
“Oh, Muriel, my sweet little ambrosia dove… You haven’t the slightest clue how much I’ve wanted you for all these years.” Elliott gripped Muriel’s chin, tilting it back and wrapping his other hand lightly around her neck. “All these years you’ve spent denying me…” He let go of her chin, undoing his jeans hastily and locking his grip around Muriel’s neck. Her face was flushed, and she felt a warm sensation beginning to pool near her unshaved downstairs bush. Even the senseless hairs seemed to be starting to tingle as Elliott’s grip tightened. “Silly girl… Your teasing has made me want you more and more. Every time I see you walk by I just want to grab you and make you all mine!”