"I think," he says, musing it over for a moment. "Wrists to ankles, gag, blindfold. Nothing you can do but take what I give you. How would you like that? Not even able to move?"
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"I think," he says, musing it over for a moment. "Wrists to ankles, gag, blindfold. Nothing you can do but take what I give you. How would you like that? Not even able to move?"