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I arrived back at my hotel to find a message had been slipped under my door, but I forgot about it because there
is also a woman bound up, inverted, and hanging from my ceiling, the ropes covering very little of her naked flesh.
I don't know whether to call for help, tell her to get the hell out of my hotel room, or cut her down and fuck
her. I take some time to decide, she doesn't seem to mind just hanging at this present time, peaceful all in all.
The room has particularly high ceilings, and I take some real time to look at them whilst I am removing my jacket.
It has the feel of a certain period of time, but I'm not one to remember the slogans and labels of an era so just
to say it's warm and old-world, and we leave it nice and vague like that. Warm rich red swirling walls, dark yellow
trim, very high ceilings did I say that, dark leather couches, a huge double bed with a semi-circular bed head,
and tall lamps on the bed stands that shoot up majestic beams of light onto the rear wall. Whilst fixing myself
a Japanese slipper, placing my keys on the nightstand, and generally taking in the ambience of the room, I can't
help but keep looking at this strange female form floating from a web of ropery. I approach the woman, and with
the creaking of ropes, spin her 180 so I can get a look at her veneer.
"Oh shit, Madeline, it's you." I couldn't believe It happened to be an a quittance of mine, this strange
bound woman.
"Did you think I might cocoon, and fly away. You're the person who put me here mister." She gesticulated
with a pout of her lips that indicated she wanted a cigarette, and so lit one for her and plonked it her mouth.
"By god, you know, I do remember now. How long have you been up there? Is it turning you on?" I lit the
cigarette for her, waited for her to inhale then took it away so she could answer me.
"Well it was for the first hour, then you left, and the last 3hours have not been the time of my life."
She said in a attractively sarcastic tone.
"Oh I feel terrible, I remember now. I went outside to look for a maid, remember me talking about that."
"Yes I do, I bet that you couldn't find a maid and persuade her to give you her uniform, I know you're charming
Charles, but you are essentially an ordinary man."
"Yes, well, that's of no consequence at this point in time, the point is I never got a chance. accidentally
I walked in on one of the maids getting dressed, though, she didn't see me and I couldn't help but watch her. Anyhow,
I couldn't take it any longer, I just had to duck into one of the broom closets and release all the tension that
had built up."
"I don't want to hear this story. No I wouldn't suppose you would.Please cut me down now."
"Sure thing. We'll get you down we will, yes, yes." I cut her down and lay her onto the bed. In one of
the draws of the bedstand was a marker, I took that out. "Can I draw on you?" I uncapped the marker and
took a nice big wiff of the fumes, and not surprisingly felt dumber for it afterwards.
"Only if I can cut your hair as to give you the appearance of a maniac, all different lengths sweetheart,
I'll make you look the a sexy lunatic, what do you say?"
"Whatever, bend over." I wanted to write a poem on her lower back about how much I hated her mother,
and if possible, wording it as a palindrome so when she inevitably went to read it in the mirror it would read
: tax is theft.
"Someone slipped a note under the door while your were gone."
"Was he Japanese?" I asked.
"No"
"That Japanese cunt." I said.
"Yes, I saw the note. I put it on the dresser."
"What did it say?
"I'm not sure, I never read it."
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