Is this meant to impress me? Am I supposed to be scared now? Sure, I laid down a challenge to you and yes, I didn't quite expect to be drugged and
to wake up in the halls of some weird old haunted house. But I'm only confined in an arm-binder and leg-irons. I can totally go walk-about. Maybe
I'm meant to. As kidnap fantasies go, this isn't quite what I was expecting. Hopefully there will be a terrifying hunky seven foot tall man who
never speaks who'll emerge from the depths of the cellars to gag me and drag me off to the lair of his wicked mad scientist master, to conduct
awful experiments on the effects of multiple forced orgasms on my poor helpless body?
