“Can you get me out of here?” Who was I kidding? She wasn’t going to be able to get me out.

Her eyes met mine, but this time, they had a sparkle to them, and a wicked grin formed on her face. She took her hand off of mine, and slowly put two of her fingers in her mouth, her eyes never leaving mine. She took those same two fingers and slid them between my wrist and the cuff. “Don’t move” she said as she curled her two fingers around the cuff, and pulled. I heard a small ‘pop’ and my wrist dropped to the floor. She picked up my wrist, and brought it up to her lips, kissing it.

She then straddled herself across my lap, and repeated the same procedure with my other wrist. Once it was free, she met my eyes again, smiling.

“Does this one, get a kiss too?” Her cold lips sent a wave of pleasure through my body when they met my wrist. She was amazing. She was beautiful and she had just freed my hands from the wall using only her small fingers. I wanted to feel that wave again.

She picked up my right wrist and slowly brought it to her lips. As she kissed it, she took a deep breath, and then froze. Her eyes got big, and she jumped off of me, walking towards the window, staring out into the clearing night. I got to my feet, and began to walk over to her.

I was drawn to her. I could somehow tell she was in pain, and I wanted to comfort her. There was something about her. Her eyes, her touch, her kiss. I wanted her. I needed her. I came up behind her, and put my arms around her small waist. I could feel her body relax, as I rested my head on her shoulder. I inhaled, and took in her sent. She smelt amazing. I had just met this woman only minutes ago, and somehow she had put me under a spell.

I brought my lips to her ear. “Can you get me out of here?” She turned herself in my arms so that she was now facing me.

“Not tonight”, she softly replied.