I felt the warm rays of the morning sun on my closed eyes.
A sudden, warm weight pressed down on me, preventing me from moving as I lay there with my eyes still closed.
Could this be a lingering effect from yesterday's incident?
Opening my eyes, I found two twin tails of hair lying across my chest. The unmistakable dark purple hue told me instantly that it was Cupcake's hair.
When did I return to our room?
I lifted my head to find Cupcake's small form sleeping soundly on my chest, her skin covered by nothing but her black leather underwear.
As I attempted to lift my hands, an invisible force held them back. My eyes darted to the edge of the bed, where a rope was fastened tightly, its coils wrapped firmly around my wrist.
I tried to move my legs, but a knot around my ankles held me in place. The slight tremor of my body as I shifted was enough to stir Cupcake from her sleep.
