Would you catch me off guard and invite me over as I contemplate, debate, and try to talk myself out of it? Only prolonging the inevitable as well as aggravating you for the delay. As your Sadistic smirk grows you think "No problem. I will just use my aggravation to fuel the advantage I have to implement all I have planned for her!" (Soft evil chuckle escapes your lips)
Then after I eventually make my way over, would you follow through with your plan? (Part fantasy, part revenge and punishment. Mostly revenge)
I knock as the music blasts from the inside. Standing there waiting as the overthinking starts, butterflies present and what is only maybe 30 secs. goes by. It feels like 30 minutes before I grab the door handle to slowly test it, to see if the door is unlocked (assuming with the music so loud you probably did not hear me knock)
You knew I would do just that and was awaiting just inside on the other side of the wall in silence, house pitch black. Completely blacked out every spec of possible light. No sooner than I can barely pull my second foot over the threshold, going in motion to close the door, do you fly up, slam the door closed, slam me up against the wall, one hand around my neck, the other holding my right arm/hand straight up over my head, squeezing my neck. Before I can finish the sentence "I'm about to pass out" I have already passed out. Waking up in your arms as you're holding me up literally and jostling me a bit to wake me, asking me "if I have my bearings yet?"
I lift my head to look at him as my wig slides to the floor and you release me, standing me back up against the wall. One hand on my neck and the other holding my hand straight up over my head. This time yelling at me to fucking take my clothes off in your hurried, stern, scary voice. Yet only being able to use one hand was already failing at the 1st task causing you to actually and literally rip my clothes off of me only using one hand yourself! This point I have never seen this side of you and just that little bit all happening within maybe 10 minutes, I am honestly 'scared shit-less'.
Once I am freed of my clothing and hair, a firm grip still on my right arm I am swiftly ushered into your bedroom. (That you had prepared earlier with only red lights on, tie down ropes fixed to all 4 corners + in the middle for around my neck and all your toys that you knew I hated or was going to hurt like hell) As you're firmly telling me to lay face down on your bed, arms and legs spread out and don't fucking move is the exact moment my eyes see it all and then it all register to my brain, that I instantly start to freak out a little and begin begging and pleading with you. Apologizing while you are tying my hands and feet as tight as you can before cutting the circulation off, buckling my collar, tying my head/neck down, as well as gagging me and lastly forcefully placing a blindfold over my tear filled eyes.
Next, you ask if I still have feeling in my limbs, as I nod a yes, you crank the now angry/hate music all the way up so that your neighbors will not be able to hear my screams, causing me to now hysterically begin to ball like a little baby because I am fully aware of what is about to happen or how I think it could go. All of which are not in my favor. Still desperately pleading to him, please don't do this! (secretly screaming yes! DO IT!)