Part 4
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“Hey there sleepy head.”
I was jolted back to reality as I laid there, splayed out with my ankles and wrists bound and tied to my four post bed. I was being tortured by my wife Natalie and her sister Kristine. At least I was hoping that’s who it was; the blindfold wrapped around my head was tight. I could feel the cold air of the room move with every pass they made. My nipples felt like tiny little mountain peaks of granite, and goosebumps covered every inch of my cold skin like vast slopes of moguls.
“What the fuck, Nat.” I was honestly terrified. “Did you fucking roofy me or something?!”
“Roofy?” She let out an involuntary chuckle. “David, do you really think I would roofy you? Hun, I just slipped a little melatonin in your old fashioned while you were in the bathroom. Mixed with how exhausted you already were, it didn’t take much.”
“So yeah, you basi…”
“Shhhhh…” she was done hearing me speak. She had something pressed against my lips. “Open up.”