Calliope was having a sweet dream when suddenly her eyes opened. As she tried to sit on the bed, she felt her hand stuck. Well, it wasn't exactly stuck, her hand was fastened to the bed poll by a handcuff.
"Holy shit, my dream was not exactly a dream," Calliope murmured as she looked at her fastened hand. In the dream, well dirty dream it could be dubbed, her hands were fastened too…
"Where am I?" Calliope wondered out loud. It didn't seem like her home or any other place where she had been. Why did it look like a hotel room?
Suddenly, an adonis came out of the washroom, his t-shirt was slightly wet as he was drying his hair with a towel.
"Callum Freaking Facci, why the hell I'm tied to your bed!" Calliope screamed at him.
