Shikari
Shit. My body feels like I was hit by an eighteen wheeler going ninety. I keep my eyes closed and try to stretch. I pull to lift my arms and realize my hands are restrained. What the fuck? I throw my eyes open and look around and see I’m currently in Birsha’s bed back at the club. My hands are tied with two silk ropes in constrictor knots. Fuck, that’s the one knot I can’t undo. I kick my legs in frustration and just as I was about to scream I hear the bathroom door open.
I try to see who it is but my head hurts too bad and the angle I’m in doesn’t allow it. “Whoever the fuck is there better come untie me now.” I ground out through gritted teeth learning quickly the speaking is almost as painful as lifting my head.
“You're awake. Thank fuck.” I heard Birsha say as he rushed to the bed and quickly untied my hands. I roll my eyes and stretch out like I wanted to in the beginning and sigh as I feel my sore muscles start to relax a bit.