Can we play that fun game where I shackle you in bed for the day and you watch me slowly unravel as I slowly get a little more possessive and forceful each time I bring food to you? Until I'm touching your face and holding whatever I can still find of your neck buried under that fat chin of yours? And maybe I start flirting by grabbing one of your fat rolls while joking about how I might keep you here as long as I want to? What a funny joke that would be. I totally could. You're already restrained.
















