gold partially solidifies to slide down my torso and wrap around me like ropes. It binds my arms behind my back and hardens around my boots. I look down at the gold holding me in place and then back at her with a smirk. “If you wanted to tie me up, then may I suggest we do so in private?” It doesn’t escape me that her gold is riddled with roots of rot—my rot. Pure male satisfaction surges through me.
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