07-26-2014, 03:37 PM
With hands bound against the bed, he merely watched in annoyance as she rambled on about how she was so unpretty. "I'm pretty sure if you looked in the mirror, you'd find.someone attractive looking right back at you, but that's besides the point now." His heart pounded at the sight of the branding iron. "How are you classifying men as some stupid typecast of wanting some bimbo to screw around in bed!? If I cared about that, I would have been drunk by now screwing around. Instead, I took some time off to talk to someone with like minded interests and when THEY offered sex, I turned it down and now here we are with you doing the exact same thing you're trying to classify me as." He pulled at the bindings that held him. "Just let me go...please...I didn't do anything to you and wasn't planning on it. We can go back to.talking if you want..."
A series of thoughts came into mind. Something had to be.able to stall her from apparently trying to brand him who knows where. Just from their brief conversation, he could tell she probably liked older books and musicals...maybe even plays. "What did you think about A Streetcar named Desire or West Side Story?" He prayed to God above that it would stop her for now at least.
A series of thoughts came into mind. Something had to be.able to stall her from apparently trying to brand him who knows where. Just from their brief conversation, he could tell she probably liked older books and musicals...maybe even plays. "What did you think about A Streetcar named Desire or West Side Story?" He prayed to God above that it would stop her for now at least.