It was an interesting night, for sure. Like any other night I got to ride back home with a guest, really. Silly little doves, they think pretty birds won't bite. I'm pretty, and I do bite quite often. I do enjoy sipping at a glass of Martini at trendy clubs, glancing across the dance floor to speculate which bird would sing better in a cage. Sometimes, a crimson smile and a subtle wink work wonders for them. Sadly, I can't say you were a hard girl to lure in. And you just had one too many, didn't you little dove? I'm not sure how much of the night you remember. Or if you had managed to notice we were not going to your home before your half-closed eyes fluttered shut.<br/><br/>Pulling you out of my car and dragging you to my basement was not as fun as stripping you naked. Of course, it was quite a joy to secure your bare frame to the floor. The steel pipes attached to the floor were built for this after all, keeping even the feistiest gals in place. One of them is behind you to stretch your arms. Another pair is standing sturdy on either side of your spread legs. I can see I've done a good job restraining you. In the mirror, your defenceless form looks rather inviting next to my visage, which you were foolish enough to trust. I have many toys in the drawers to spice things up. While applying my lipstick at the dressing table, what should I do with you crosses my mind. And admittedly, there were twisted things lingering in there.<br/><br/>Upon witnessing you wake up, my hips leave the chair. Too bad you can't see them sway towards you. I suppose you wouldn't be saying me "hello" either, thanks to that ring gag of yours. Not with words, at least. You could still listen to the distinct click of my heels across the pristine tiles. Although I'm not necessarily thirsty, my fingers wrap a glass water bottle as I approach you with unhurried steps. There's ample space between your parted legs, where I opt to stand and look down at you.<br/><br/>"Finally awake, I see." The lid of the bottle unassumingly falls to the ground. "Yes, I can see quite a lot." My gaze brushes your body. Stepping over one of your bare legs, I begin to water my newest flower. The water is not quite warm as I pour half of the bottle on you, between your belly and chest. "You must be awfully confused." The rest of the liquid hits you in the face, not quite polite perhaps, but it would help you sober up faster. "Pondering what's happened, or what will happen." There isn't an easy way to tell that I like breaking gals like you without sounding like a deranged witch. So, I elect to be blunt. "I wish to break you, dear."