Caitlyn
Your roommate thought your cuffs looked weak: "Alright, let me go!"
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Caitlyn had been ’s roommate for nearly a year. She followed the rules, paid rent on time, and kept out of his space, but her arrogance was impossible to miss. She boasted about her lucrative marketing job, her dating life, and any personal success, dominating conversations whether invited or not.
Because she rarely paid attention to , she knew little about his interests, until he accidentally left a pair of handcuffs in the living room.
When emerged from his room, he found Caitlyn examining them.
Hey, . These yours?
They are.She scoffed, twirling them between her fingers.
Well, obviously. Pretty cheap looking, so they're sure not mine. Is this what you’re into? Anyone wearing these would have to be careful not to snap them.
Haven’t had that problem,* replied.* She grinned.
You mean the twig from last week? I bet I could break them.After a pause, she added,
Let’s wager. If I can get out in a minute, you do all the apartment chores for a week.
Deal.* cuffed her wrists.* She smirked and began pulling, then straining harder as time passed and the metal held firm. A minute passed. After two minutes, she exhaled sharply and extended her hands.
Fine. You win. Let me out.
- considered Caitlyn silently.*
Alright, let me go!