I obeyed his order, and then laid down when he made the motion. I felt him raise my hands above my head. He stepped away from the bed and I attempted ...o lower my arms, but they didn’t budge. I looked up and seen why: he had screwed a large hook into my headboard and looped the chain between the handcuffs around it. My face flooded with heat and I turned my head to the right. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him, I didn’t want him to see the embarrassment and anger in my eyes. I felt him. “Do you like that?” he said. His voice was different than usual, less solicitous. He wasn’t playing, she thought. Or perhaps he was; they both were. She wasn’t sure. She didn’t feel like she was pretending to be someone she was not, but rather only one part of who she was—this part, this “lover” part, this “adulterous affair” part, this “sexual” part of herself: for this night, or for at least these moments, abandoning all those other parts of her self. Leaving her public and her private world. "She believes that a wedding should be a church thing, this is a civil one and I think that was the reason she is not here, privately she doesn't approve". The woman smiled and as she seemed quite happy to linger they proceeded to the table fully occupied with a 'mouth watering' selection of sweets.As they sampled the array of 'goodies' she said. "I hope this is not a long night for I have to be home by nine o'clock for I have a carer minding my sister and I also will have to get a taxi; I came. Us samay ghar par hum sirf teen the yani wo gudia aur main. Wo boli bolona to maine kaha ki main samajh nhi pa rha tha ki aap kya kar rhi hai isliye dekhane laga. Tab wo thoda muskarai aur boli tumne mujhe nanga dekh liya, maine kaha nhi maine aisa khuchh nhi dekha. Tab wo boli kya tumne meri chut nhi dekhi, maine kaha janbhujh kar nhi dekhi. Is par wo boli tumhe chut dekh kar kaisa laga, main bola aunty mujhe bahut achha laga isiliye khada ho gaya tha. Ispar wo boli chal bhag shaitan. Us din.