“You do know what I’m going to do to you when I get out of these restraints.” He was smiling but I could tell he was pissed off. He’d drank a pint of Hennessy and the vicodon I’d put in his sandwich probably had something to do with it also. The red and purple silk scarves tied around his wrist were in perfect knots.

His phone was sitting on his chest, I was sitting on his groin. A pair of panties on and a tank top. The gun was heavy in my hand, his eyes weren’t big but I could see the fear that he was trying so hard not to show.

“You’re not leaving me Demez.” My voice was calm, I’d read all the text, seen all the pictures. In my mind I knew he’d already checked out of our relationship but in my heart I knew he wouldn’t…