Jul 10
imagine waking up one morning. you groan, realizing that once you open your eyes, the sun'll beckon you out of bed. you go to stretch, but feel a tugging at your wrists. it's hard. did you move around in your sleep, and accidentally hit the headboard? you open your eyes and everything is normal. until you see the handcuffs.
in comes your girlfriend with a pitcher in one hand, filled with white, thick, creamy liquid, and a funnel in the other.
"good morning sweetheart. i made you breakfast <3"
and suddenly, your fate is sealed, and the soft covers become your prison.
