Waiting for her to settle down, he wrapped the rope around her wrist and secured them in place tightly. The rope was soft, he loved to play with his toys but never to the point of excruciating pain, except for his wife who could take his "love" and heal afterward. Even when he did that they both had to heal her, sometimes taking a few days for her to fully recover.<br/><br/>With her hands bound he threaded it to a hook in his ceiling and began to pull on the rogue, until her feet dangled a few inches of the ground. Her small petite body swaying softly, as the momentum settled down.<br/>"Now first thing first little fairy..."<br/>Pulling out a barber's razor blade from a pant pocket, he ran his tongue along sharp edge before cutting the little clothing she wore of her body.<br/>"I am going to need to fix your broken little wing..."<br/>Running the cold blade down her chest, he circles her perky breasts, caressing her skin with the edge. Any movement by the blade would end in a gash, his tongue slipping out of his mouth to lick his lips.<br/>"Don't move...or my hand might slip..."