Accidentally Kidnapping The Don Novel – I mistakenly fvk the Mafia Don when I plan to fvk my boyfriend! I would like to give my boyfriend a surprise by kidnapping him and riding him. I watch his body tied against the chair with a bag over his head. “Are you happy for this surprise?” I whisper, and he doesn’t respond. I straddle myself above his length and start grinding down against him. Moans escape my mouth as I come quickly. “Okay, I’ll remove the mask and gag. Next time, you kidnap me, though,” I say. But when I pull the hood off, I can’t help screaming, “OMG! Oh NO! NO! NO! GOSH! What do I do?” The one I just rode is not my boyfriend but the Mafia Don!! Kidnapping Demi I pace the room and wait. Everything is set up. Everything is going to be perfect. I know to others, this will look like a crazy thing to do. It’s not, though; if anything, it’s hot. Maybe a little crazy.
Who am I trying to kid? It is crazy. Yasmine laughs while looking at me like I’m a fool. “This is crazy. I can’t believe you’re going to do it,” she says, and I smile. I am, and I will enjoy every second of it. I’m sure Dean and I will enjoy every second of it. “He will love it! Especially after the meeting he’s spent hours in, it gives him something fun,” I explain and wait for the call. I know it was a long meeting. He had already warned me he would be busy for hours. This is just something fun to help him unwind and enjoy himself. “Ryan knows what he is doing, right?” She asks, and I nod. It’s not that hard to kidnap someone. You grab them, throw a bag over their head, and are done. At least they make it look that easy in the movies. It actually might not be. Who knows? “Yeah, I’ve told him to wait for my message. This is going to be amazing,” I laugh, and Yas looks at me like I’m crazy.
I’m not. It’s fun. That’s all. My phone beeps, and I answer. “Hey babes, how’s it going?” I ask. “Finished now. Stressed, though, I won’t be straight home. I might meet the others for a few drinks first. Is that okay?” “Dean, you don’t need to ask. Of course, it is fine. Where are you?” I ask before I grab out the spare phone and type the message saying ‘now’. I get ready to hit send. “Literally opening the door to leave,” he laughs, and I hit send on the message. “Call soon,” he ends the call, and I laugh. “God, he’s gonna murder you when he finds out that him getting kidnapped, was your freaky way to have fun,” Yas laughs. “He gets fun as well, Yas, not just me,” I explain. “They know he needs to be alive, right, and that this isn’t a real kidnapping situation?” “Yas, they aren’t fools. If you’re staying, that’s fine, but don’t talk when they bring him in.
Then you need to leave anyway, as it will get a little x-rated,” I joke, and we laugh. “Only you, Demi, would have your boyfriend kidnapped, blindfolded, gagged and fak him,” she laughs, and I nod. He knows it will be me. “It’s not like I’m forcefully facking him. We have our safe signals,” I reply, and she groans. I see the lights and jump up. “God, the poor guy, you realise he will be scared, right?” She stares at me, and I laugh. I watch Ryan and Tom pull him through and tie him to the chair. They nod at me and leave with Yasmine. I watch his body thrash against the chair. A bag is over his head to stop him from seeing. Walking over, I straddle him. “Guess who,” I whisper, and watch his body still. His head falls back, and I imagine him trying to say, you woman, which makes me smile harder. I stroke along his chest before reaching his trousers.
Unfastening them, my hand grips his length and moves over it. He groans and pushes his hips higher. “I figured after your big meeting, I would surprise you. Are you happy?” I whisper, and he doesn’t respond. Laughing slightly, I roll the rubber down his length. “Will me riding you make up for me kidnapping you?” I ask, and watch his head nodding. Moving, I position myself above his length, slower lowering myself on it. My hips begin moving as he thrusts up slightly, only small, but it’s all that he is able to do, considering he’s tied to the chair. I move faster, grinding down against him, watching as his head falls back and he groans. Moans escape my mouth as I reach high, my body settling against his. His muffled words cause me to laugh. “Okay, I’ll remove the mask and gag. Next time, you kidnap me, though,” I say. Moving, I pull the hood off and scream. Jumping up, I stare at him. “OMG! Oh NO! NO! NO! GOSH!” Screaming, I kick his shin, and he frowns at me.
“Sorry, Gosh! What do I do?” I panicked and paced. The guy muttered something, and I removed the gag. “I’m sorry,” I quickly say, and he chuckles. “Oh, it was worth it. However, if you don’t want a bullet in the back of your head, I suggest you take the phone out of my pocket and hit the name Evan and let me call off the rescue,” he says while smiling. “No, no, because, no.!” Reaching for my own phone, I hit the number. “That was quick, Demi,” Ryan laughs. “Who have you kidnapped, Ryan! It’s not Dean! I rode him. I rode a stranger,” I shout, and he laughs. “Not falling for it,” he mutters. “It’s not a lie, Ryan, who did you kidnap?” I ask. “Not to interrupt your meltdown, Doll, but I would appreciate some assistance getting this off, considering I have no hands.” He nods towards his length where the rubber still is.
“Who is that?” Ryan asks. “Whoever you kidnapped, get here,” I shout and hang up. Turning, I look at the guy, and he nods down. “I’m not touching you there. Just wait.” God, what have I done? “You already did, princess; it was amazing as well,” he smirked, and I glared at him. “I suggest you do as I say and call Evan,” he explains. “No! Not until I get Ryan here to find out what to do,” I say. “Then can you at least cover my thing before I have a show?” He smirks, and I step towards him. My face scrunchies up, and he throws his head back, laughing. “You already touched it and rode it, Doll. Stop pulling faces like it’s about to come alive again.” He smirks, and I groan. I reach for him, then stop. “I can’t, eww no! Sorry, but I can’t touch it again,” I say while stepping back, and he laughs. “I’ll release one of your hands, just one enough for you to reach,” I say and walk around the back of him. Unfastening him slightly, I release one of his hands but keep his arms tied down with the rope. Pulling his arm around the front, I release it and watch as he sorts himself out. I rode a stranger.
Someone I don’t know. I should have listened to Yasmine. This is a disaster. Like…why did I think this was good? Groaning, my head falls back against the wall, and he smirks at me. God, this is bad, like burning, bad. Taken Demitri I stay sitting on the chair and can’t stop smiling at her. She’s wild and feisty. Which I love in my women, but this one? She likes the risk. That is obvious because here I am, tied to a chair in her apartment. She rode me without checking I was the right guy first, and I remember her words. Next time, I kidnap her. I will. She can count on that for sure. That’s my mission going forward: find out who she is. What she does in life, where she goes and who she is close to. I want to know every secret she has. Then, I will kidnap her back and enter inside her. If she survives, the longer I don’t reach out, the more chance there is she will have a team of men swarming this place and breaking down the door with guns. Then she will be dead, as they won’t ask.
They will just shoot. Which I guess is my fault. I trained them to do that if I was ever taken. She’s freaking out, though. My eyes look across her. Her black hair flows down her back, and her eyes are mesmerising and green. I wish I could have seen her when she was riding me. She looks delicious, and this might just be one woman I do kidnap. She is going to be the one woman I kidnap. I will return the favour; I don’t like owing things; I never owe anyone anything. So I will repay her. “Doll, would it help if I told you who I was?” I ask, and her head shakes. “Stop speaking!” She moves and puts the gag back into my mouth. I smirk at her, and she groans. She’s a right firecracker; I want to sink my teeth into her. Soon, I will. I hear the door and watch people walk in. Their eyes look between us and to the bin. “You actually rode a stranger?” The woman stands shocked, looking at my beautiful Doll. “Yes, Yas! I thought it was Dean. Ryan, what do I do? You took him, fix it,” she shouts, looking at the guys. They walk further in and stop. “Oh gosh, no!” He turns and looks at her.
“Demi, it’s Demitri Accetta. You said Dean was leaving!” This Ryan guy seems to be worried, so he knows who I am. I laugh, and he glares at her. “You said Dean was leaving? This is the guy. No one else came out. I had Jake there waiting outside for a few minutes, so where is Dean?” Ryan screams at her. “He told me he had just opened the door! He should have come out at the same time,” she mutters and looks at us all. “Look, he’s the Don of the Cosa Nostra. Best hope you facking his brains out makes him feel charitable,” Ryan mutters. I watch as Demi walks to me and removes the gag from my mouth. “I will say it again. Get my phone, hit the number for Evan, and let me call off the rescue party before you get in trouble.” I look at her and wait. “Do it, Demi, they will be tracking his phone, so do it,” Ryan says, and she nods.
I watch as she searches my pockets and takes out the phone. She grabs my hand and uses my thumb to unlock it. I watch as she finds the name and hits the number before putting it on speakerphone. “Boss! We’re on our way now,” he shouts through the phone, and I hear everyone around him. “Don’t, Evan. It was just a little misunderstanding; no need to bring the army. Wait for me outside the building, right?” “What? What do you mean by misunderstanding? You went to get in the car, and we saw some guys grab you,” he shouts and then swears at whoever is driving. “Yeah, I’ll explain later. I’m fine, not hurt or anything. See you in five,” I reply. He grumbles but agrees. I watch as Demi ends the call. “So that’s it? You leave and don’t hunt us down and kill us?” Ryan looks at me. “Why would I? This made my day better, kidnapped by a crazy woman, who got pleasure from riding me,” I smirk at him and see Demi’s cheeks flush. “You will be safe.
Maybe next time, confirm the person you are about to kidnap is them?” They are amateurs at this. Ryan rolls his eyes, and the door opens. Another guy steps in and looks around in confusion. “Where were you?” Demi screams and walks to him. “I said I was going to go for a drink, got there and decided against it,” he says. What a liar, I smirk. “Right, but you said you had just opened the door to leave, which was a lie, as it was this guy!” Demi points at me. “What is going on?” Dean looks at us. “She got us to kidnap you, bring you back with a bag over your head. She wanted to kidnap you and rode you. Turns out afterwards, when she removed the bag, it wasn’t you,” Ryan laughs. “You rode some guy?” Dean turns and glares at Demi. “You lied. Where were you?” Demi asks, and Dean goes quiet. I laugh slightly. “Smell him. Guessing there is a sweet scent of vanilla and oranges, right?” I say, watching as she leans into him and sniffs. She turns and looks at me.
“Boudiour Bodies, beautiful, dancers,” I explain. I know he’s been there. I saw him there not long before I called into the restaurant while I was making my rounds. He wasn’t in the restaurant. He was watching women dance. Demi turns to him and slaps him. “I felt that,” I laugh. “You slept my girlfriend!” He walks towards me, and Ryan pushes him back. “Technically, she slept me. Based on how quickly she came, you don’t do a good job,” I joke, and he fights in Ryan’s hold. “Demi, let this guy go while I keep Dean in place,” Ryan calls to her, and I watch as she releases me. Standing, I straighten my suit. I step towards her, and she keeps moving backwards until her back hits the wall. Lowering my head, I run my nose along her neck, enjoying her scent. “I remember, next time, I kidnap you. Be ready, Doll, as I’ll be coming for you,” I say before smooching her cheek and walking out. Getting outside, the cars are waiting. Evan looks at me as I walk over and climb into one.
“You’re smiling too much for someone who was just kidnapped,” he mutters, and I laugh. “Oh, you have no idea. Kidnapped by a beautiful woman, rode. Then she realised they took the wrong guy and I wasn’t her boyfriend,” I say, and everyone stares at me. “Find out what you can about the people living there, especially the one named Demi,” I say. I will kidnap her back, and she will love it. I look at Evan, waiting for an explanation. “In our defence, we were all sat inside,” Evan laughs. In his defence? I was kidnapped. What sort of defence does he have? Had that been real enemies, I could have been dead. I just remember stepping out, the bag being thrown over my head. Then, I was dragged and thrown into the van. At which point, I think about four men pinned me down and tied me up. “Explain,” I say and wait.
“Well, you got up and walked out. We saw them dragging you to the van and moved quickly, but when we got out, the van was gone. I also didn’t know how many men there were and didn’t feel like just the four with me would be enough, so I called in all your men to meet at the apartment building,” he shrugs slightly. “It was too easy. Find a way to fix it, please,” I state, and he nods. “Will do. Your brother was made aware that you were taken, then made aware again that you said you were fine,” he smirked at me. I’m surprised Paul isn’t here, but it would have taken him longer because I had sent him out on business.
Cheat Demi I don’t move as this Demitri guy walks out looking far too happy that I messed up. I’m so glad I did, in some senses, but not in other ways. I mean, I know now I have to face Dean. He’s going to be pissed I slept with a random guy. In my defence, it would have been him if he hadn’t lied about where he was. “I can’t believe you slept Demitri. The guy who kills without mercy and has a name for himself,” Yas mutters. Her eyes stayed on me like she was still trying to work things out in her mind. It’s not that hard. I was meant to kidnap my boyfriend and slept him, and instead, I somehow kidnapped and slept the Don of the mafia. I’m lucky to be alive right now. “He’s the Don, of course, he kills people. What is he meant to tickle people as torture?” Ryan mutters and looks at Dean. “Are you gonna calm down before you get your head blown off? That wasn’t just some random guy,” Ryan says. “How could you act like this when you lied to me, Dean? If you hadn’t lied, I wouldn’t have had Ryan kidnap the wrong guy, and I slept him,” I shout. “How didn’t you notice it was me!” Dean shouts.
“Because he had a hood over his head, I didn’t strip him, Dean. I literally touched his length, and rode him. I didn’t see his body, just his height, which matches yours.” I shout. “We will go,” Ryan mutters and runs out, with everyone following him. “That’s some nonsense, no signs that it wasn’t me?” Dean laughs. I consider it. I don’t know. I was so high from adrenaline that I overlooked it at that moment. Now, looking back? If I really think about it, there were signs. Demitri’s arms and legs were thicker. He fills out his suit, but looking at Dean, I can see that his suit is loose. At the time, though? No, then again, I didn’t expect to find out we had kidnapped the wrong person.
Wait! Why am I the one in trouble? “Oh, and let me guess. You just thought I was now stripping in a club and rubbing myself up on random guys, right?” I ask and laugh. “hypocrite. I wouldn’t have touched him if I knew it wasn’t you. But you…No, you let them women dance all over you, right, despite knowing it wasn’t me.” “That’s enough, you’re acting like a cheap girl,” he shouts, and I laugh. “No, it’s not enough, Dean. He’s right. The speed I came with him was powerful, makes me want to do it again.” I taunt and realise how true those words are, I never come that quick, and I did. That says far more than I want to admit right now. “Yeah, well, have at it, ’cause I’ve been sleeping the women in the club for months,” he laughs, and I stare.
Moving, I punch him, and he groans. “Get out, pack what little stuff you have here and leave,” I shout, and he laughs. “With pleasure, enjoy the freedom, Demi. We all know men run from you. You’re not sane or normal.” He laughs and begins packing his things. “Just get out, Dean,” I shout, watching as he moves slowly. “You know you won’t find anyone better than me. You’re going to be the scraping the bottom of the barrel in the hopes of finding someone who will put up with your stuff,” he says while laughing. “Rather be scraping the bottom of the barrel than sleeping a human sax toy,” I snap, and he laughs. “One that so many enjoyed behind your back.” He steps closer and grips my chin. “I would say let’s slept once more to say goodbye, but it’s not worth the crazy you might infect me with.” He laughs, and I swing my knee up.
I watch as he falls backwards to the floor. He can’t mock me and think he’s untouchable. He didn’t even have a meeting. If he was at the club and seen there, it means he wasn’t in the restaurant for ages. Instead, he was getting lap dances, or maybe sleeping dancers? “Oh, sorry. I guess my crazy just spilt out a little.” I laugh and watch as he grabs his bags and runs out. I glare at the door. There goes another year wasted on a guy who can’t understand what commitment means. Stripping, I step into the shower. My head falls back, and I remember earlier. I hadn’t noticed it wasn’t Dean. I was too high from adrenaline from kidnapping to consider it. Still, the way that guy looked at me once I removed the bag made it feel like he was burning me from the inside. He barely took his eyes off me the entire time until he had walked out of the apartment.
Then there’s his promise to kidnap me. Was that real, or just him playing along? I don’t know. I want him to. It would be fun if he did, but then again? I’m not sure, as I am pretty sure he would kill me after I annoy him. He seemed to want me, but that was him dealing with me for less than an hour. How is he going to cope with me for longer than that? He won’t cope, and I will be dead. Still, the idea of him kidnapping me has me smiling. Groaning, I shut the water off and mentally screamed abuse at myself for being such a fool. Then again, if I didn’t, would I even know Dean was cheating? I feel like I wouldn’t. He was meant to be in a meeting, but clearly, he wasn’t. Climbing into bed, I consider Dean’s words. I know I’m crazy. I know that I am a handful. I actually accepted that and warned him of it. It was he who said I wasn’t crazy or a handful. Just those men who tried to understand me were boys. Well, Dean, I think you just put yourself in the bracket of being a boy.
Reaching for the phone, I hit the number and waited. “Demi, looking forward to the pleasant dreams of Mr Mafia Boss?” Yas asks while laughing. “Dean is gone. I threw him out,” I reply, and she laughs. “About time, he was a jerk. Now, let’s talk about the one you kidnapped. He’s returning for you, right?” she asks. “I don’t know. He said he was going to kidnap me back. Like, was he being serious? Or just playing along with the game Yas? I really don’t want to be kidnapped by the Don.” I can’t be. I am too wild and crazy. “Based on how he was looking at you, Demi. I wouldn’t be shocked if he had already received all the information about you. He watched you like he was a predator. So yes, I think he might actually return the favour and kidnap you back,” she laughs. “Yeah, then I’m dead. As we all know, my wild and crazy side will anger him off, and he will shoot me to get some peace and quiet,” I reply, and she laughs. “No, I think he will draw it out of you more.
Actually, I think he’s the type of guy to play with it. The type of guy who will get pleasure from playing with that wild and crazy side that most men can’t handle.” I wish, but I have a feeling I will annoy him so much that he shoots me. I wouldn’t blame him either. To be fair, I don’t even blame Dean. I’m a handful. “Get some sleep, and I’ll see you at work tomorrow, right?” she asks, and I nod. “Sure, night, Yas,” I say. “Night, Demi, dream of getting kidnapped by the hot Mafia guy,” she laughs before hanging up. No, I won’t be dreaming of him. My eyes roll. I will, even I know I will. Boredom Demitri It’s been a month since I was kidnapped by that crazy woman. Her boyfriend, Dean, clearly didn’t realise how lucky he was to have her.
Sure, she is wild and a little bit crazy, but some of the best women are. They are the ones who keep you breathing when you die, just to watch them for longer. I made a promise to her, and I plan to keep it. I’ve ensured my guys have watched her from a safe distance. I know her entire routine, and I plan to correct it. She does the same thing every day at the same god time. It makes kidnapping her easier. I was hoping for a challenge, but maybe that can happen next time. I smirk as I consider it. Demi needs to change her routine; it’s crazy how little changes she has made. I know where she is right now. Visiting her favourite little bakers. I know what she will be ordering, as she always orders the same thing. She’s predictable, which doesn’t match the wild woman I met that day. She seemed like chaos and destruction combined. She reminded me of Eris, the Goddess of Chaos, but then her routine floored me. There’s no chaos in that.
“She’s gone another way today,” Evan looks at me. “Really?” I ask. After a month of following her, today is the only day she has strayed from her routine, and now I am curious. “Keep following; I want to find out what changed her routine,” I say, and he nods. I stay relaxed, waiting for an update on where she is going. I’m doing work from my phone, something I’ve done more often recently because I insist on following her. Usually, after the bakers, she calls into the gym. Ironically, she goes to the bakers and gets a cream doughnut and chocolate eclair just to go to the gym afterwards. That is something I enjoyed, watching her from a distance as she worked out. Her body looked amazing. I groan, and Evan looks at me. “I just realised I became a stalker,” I explain, and he laughs. I did. I am stalking Demi every day I watch her, which is messed up, but I can’t stop.
I tried today and became restless. Sure, my guys were following her, but there’s no need for me to, although I do. This now officially makes me a stalker—just hers. I don’t do it with others and have never had the urge to do so until now. “You’re lucky she hasn’t spotted you. Sometimes you get close,” Evan mutters, and I nod in agreement. She nearly caught me last night, and I’m glad her apartment is on the ground floor. I had been watching her from across the street, but she was too deep in the apartment, so I moved closer. As I got closer, I noticed she was undressed. Something she needs to be warned about. Anyone could have been watching her. Sure, I was, but that’s different. At least, in my mind, it is. “She’s talking to some guy,” Evan mutters, and I nod. “Which guy?” I ask. “She’s outside his house. I assume it’s his house.
He seems highly amused, but she looks angry.” Evan explains from the front, where he is watching her. “Ouch, she has a swing on her,” Evan laughs. “What happened?” I ask, trying not to watch. “Whoever the guy was kept laughing, which made her angrier, and she punched him before swinging her knee up. I’m not sure if he will still be able to have kids. He’s currently curled up in a ball as she walks away,” he laughs, and I nod. God, she’s fantastic. “Maybe arrange a date to kidnap her, then you don’t have to continue stalking her?” He asks, and I shake my head. “No, I don’t want to plan it. I’ll just take Demi when the feeling is right,” I reply, and he nods, not arguing with me. “Mr Oswold is going to be arriving soon,” Evan explains, and I sigh. “Rearrange it for tomorrow,” I’m busy tonight. “You’ve rearranged it every day for the past week, Boss.
I’m running out of reasons to give him.” Evan explains. I know he’s right. “Fine, we will go then,” I mutter unhappily, as it means I will miss Demi’s nightly routine, which I have begun to love watching. “I feel like one of those sick, twisted perverts that stalk their prey,” I explain. “Because you are stalking her boss. The difference is, if she said no and told you to stop, you would.” He laughs, and I nod. Although, I’m not sure I would. I’m not sure how it will go if I kidnap her and she tells me to take her back and leave her alone. I may just really kidnap her then. Okay, no more! I sit up and look at Evan. “Drive, make sure someone is following her, but let’s leave before I change my mind and watch her sleep again.” He laughs and nods.
“Sure thing, Boss,” he turns the car and begins to head for where I am meeting Mr Oswold. Ten minutes later, I am sitting with him. His proposal is in front of me, and I am trying to listen and pay attention, but I can’t. My eyes go to the clock, and then I remind myself of what she is likely doing right now. She would be picking out her outfit for tomorrow right now. Something she spends a good half an hour doing. I’m obsessed, and that isn’t a good thing. Actually, it’s a bad thing for me. “So what do you think?” He looks at me and waits. “Can we discuss this in a few days?” I ask. “You keep delaying it. Is there an issue?” He asks, and my head shakes. “No issue. My mind is focused on something else right now. I have something I need to do tonight so I can stop obsessing. Say Tuesday? So, in three days?” I ask. “I wouldn’t argue with you, Demitri.
I like to be able to breathe. I will see you on Tuesday,” he says, and I nod. I watch him walk away and turn to Evan. “Get the cars ready. I’m going to get Demi,” I stand and throw money on the table, and he laughs. “Seems like a wise choice, boss. At least this way, you get it all out of your system so you can concentrate more going forward. I will ensure they are aware not to harm her.” He explains, and I nod. “If she has so much as a scratch, they are all dead. Make them aware of that,” I say as I get in the car. I wait and soon find myself outside her apartment. I shouldn’t go in, but I want to. I watch as they move through the building and into her apartment, and I follow at a distance. Leaning against the wall, I watch as they sneak up to her. That’s something else I will be telling her off for. Headphones, she can’t even hear them coming up behind her.
She jumps when they grab her, and I watch as she fights them. God, she can fight. She’s good. Two of my men are on the floor groaning by the time they have got her tied up and the bag over her head. “You guys, wait till I get free. I am going to cut you open,” Demi screams as she thrashes and kicks her legs forward, catching another one of my soldiers, and I hold in the laugh as he falls to the floor. I could do this every week. Daily even. I watch as they drag Demi out and put her in the back of the car. They hold her, and I sit watching. “Who are you? Stupid guys, untie me or what? Are you scared I will kick your off?” She swings her legs up, and I grab them just as they reach me. My hand stays wrapped around her ankles.
God, she is amazing. Now, I just need to hope that she agrees to play along when I get her in that room. I’ve thought of nothing but her since that night. The car stops, and I watch as they pull her out and guide her into my room. They walk out, and I push her onto the bed, rolling her onto her stomach. My hand strokes down her back. She thrashes and calls me some unsavoury names, which I love. “You said next time I kidnap you, well, here I am. Kidnapping you.” I say as I lean over her. I watch as her body stills. “The question Demi, is, do you want me to continue and enter you? Or would you rather I unfastened you and got my men to take you back to your apartment?” I ask and wait. She doesn’t reply, and I sigh. “I need a yes or no, Demi. Do I enter you?” I ask again. “Yes!” She shouts, and I smirk. “Good, I’ve been thinking of this since you took me,” I mutter and pull, ripping the dress from her body. God she’s under it. She moves, and I unfasten her arms before tying them to the bed. There’s no going back now. I accept that.