Cheater Trapped and Tortured
John sits on the edge of the bed looking down at Merida. Her teasing smile has faded. The look on her face says she’s getting angry. Maybe she’s still pouting.?I don’t like them,? she says, tugging on the cuffs, her wrists locked to the headboard. ?They’re cold. I can’t touch you.?John smiles, watches Merida pull at the cuffs. They were fooling around when he pulled them from his dresser drawer, dared her to try them on, saying it would be fun.That’s what he’d told her. What a lie. Fifteen...