“I left him handcuffed to the bed.” Storm chuckles and I notice the tattoo on the side of his neck. It’s a giant middle finger. “Yeah, you did. But let him sweat it out a little longer.” A peculiar look crosses over his face. “That reminds me. I’ll be right back.” He disappears into the bedroom, but returns a few moments later…carrying long black straps. “What are those?” “Not every headboard is handcuff friendly,” he explains as he hands them to me. “This is an under-the-bed restraint system. It goes between the mattress and box spring.” He gestures for me to stand. “Come on, I’ll show
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