Note- No complaints so far about the formatting so I'll keep it up.
Again, I own nothing...which means I am a hobbo.
Nanako woke up Sunday afternoon with a terrible
headache. The light streaming in from the open shades
did not help the situation either. As she moved to pull
the blanket over her head, she felt the handcuffs
restraining her. It all seemed so familiar the way in
which her hands were bound to the headboard.
After a brief look around, her eyes focused on her
boyfriend sitting on a chair next to her.
"I'm too hung-over to play any games right now,"
she moaned sullenly.
"Oh, we're not playing any games. I'm very serious
about what I'm about to do."
He placed the handcuff key down next to a brown paper
bag on the bedside table and removed a large bottle of
rum. Kuroi cringed at the sight of more alcohol. He set
the bottle on the nightstand with a loud thump and,
after seeing her shrink away from the noise, held up
the bag and crumpled it loudly, forcing her to squirm in
protest.
"You're not going to make me drink that are you?" she asked.
"Oh no, this is not for you," he answered in a tone that
was sickly sweet, "I'm going to make you feel the way I
do every time you go on one of your little benders."
She gave him a confused look, but, again, looked away
when he slammed a glass down next to the bottle.
"I've only had a few tastes of alcohol before in my life
so I should get pretty sick after this."
He poured the intoxicating liquid into the glass slowly.
The noise was like a pounding tidal wave in her ears,
but Nanako watched with eyes wide in astonishment.
He stopped when the rum almost reached the rim of
the glass.
"You're not supposed to drink that much at once,"
she protested.
He lifted the glass to his lips as if she had said nothing;
drinking the contents in large gulps. She could only
gawk as he forced the drink down his throat.
The glass was slammed back on the table and he began
to sway in his seat; already sick from the alcohol that
was invading his system. They sat in silence as he
tried to let the initial shock pass over him. Again, the
bottle was lifted to fill the glass.
"Stop! You've proven your point," she said while fighting
her restraints.
The glass was emptied one more time and, again, a brief
period of silence, save for the woman still struggling
with her ropes, followed.
This time, the bottle was not refilled because he was
beginning to lose the motor skills required to do so,
and he settled for lifting the bottle to his lips to drink
the remainder.
"No! Stop it! You're going to hurt yourself!"
The ropes were now quite loose and the bottle was almost empty.