He crouched down, grabbed the ankle with the dress around it, and lifted it up. After tossing the dress aside, he placed my feet side by side and wound his leather belt around my ankles, securing it tightly. When he was satisfied I couldn’t move either my arms or my legs, he straightened up. Locked eyes with me again in the glass. Removed his jacket. Unbuttoned his cuffs. Rolled up his sleeves. Picked up his glass and took a sip of his whiskey.
