It was just a prank I didnt want to be a part of. I never meant to hurt anyone, least of all Johann Weir. You wouldnt know that he sells literature for a living. He has these wild eyeseyes that light something up in meand he must be twice as big as I am, with strong, warm hands. Hands I try not to imagine everywhere.He scares me. And thrills me.But now the deed is done, and I have to face the consequences.

He says he just wants to hold me here until the police come, but its been hours and Im still here.Chained to a pipe in his back room like a prisoner.The only person I have to talk to is Johann, and I tell him dark, shameful secretssecrets that involve the metal around my wrist and him standing over me. But I cant stop. I need him to know everything. I need him.Johann has his own secretsones he wants to tell me too. And more than anything, I want to listen.

And maybe, before he sends me away, hell punish me.Just a little.Just enough.