The hot water beat down on Heather's back. Last night was incredible. Dinner was delicious. The conversation was flowing. Billie was hers.
She turned the tap off and wrapped herself in a large white towel. In the bedroom, she dropped the towel and walked closer to Billie's figure.
"Are you comfortable?"
"Untie me right now!"
"No."
She gagged him with one of his socks. From her wardrobe, she dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a white t-shirt. Her bare feet slapped against the wooden floorboards. Grabbing a pair of scissors, she approached him with glee.
He muffled through his gag while trying to break off the chain between the leather cuffs.
She pulled out the gag.
"Any last words?"
"You're dead!"
"I doubt it."
His phone rang from the inside of his pocket trousers, which were lying on the bedroom floor. Heather dropped the sock and answered the phone.
"Hello?"
"Where's Billie?"
"And you are?"
"Marc. Put him on the phone Heather."
"How do you know who I am?"
"He texted me last night to make sure that he's OK."
"Not anymore..."
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