“My bad,” said a masculine voice. “I should have told you not to scream and let the bad guys know I’m here. But you were having such an interesting conversation with yourself. I really don’t think it’s too much to ask at all. I’d happily put you over my knee if you were naughty. Not right now, though. Even I’m not such a terrible person that I’d spank a girl who was tied up. Well, actually . . . that could be quite fun. Under different circumstances.” What . . . what was happening? Was he a guard or someone else? Wait, he said bad guys . . . was he here to rescue her?
