"I don't even know why you think that." I stand up roughly, planning on escaping while I still can.
"You said it yourself." He comes up with his best imitative voice. "I'll never leave you again!" he copies me, over exaggerating my diction.
"It was the only way I could get you to let me down." I shrug, trying to hide my shakiness. My face is a seemingly permanent shade of red.
"Doesn't matter if you meant it, I'm taking it for what it is."
He suddenly whips out a thin rope and before I can blink he grabs my ankle. My eyebrows knit in fury, the blood rushing to my head.
"What are you doing?!" I growl menacingly, trying to step away. His hold is too strong, however, and now not only do I feel like an idiot, but I also feel like a dog.
"I don't care if you lost your memories, I don't care how you feel about me or Kurtis," he declares grandly, all the while focused on my ankle.
"I'm taking you for myself."
