#Chapter285
My heart begins to speed up at this sound.
Oh my god.
We haven't used handcuffs yet!
Honestly, I don't know why we haven't.
I also have no clue if I am nervous or excited.
Maybe a bit of both?
/"Are you okay with these?/" She asks, noticing my accelerated heart rate
I nod my head and hold my wrists out for her as a way of assuring her.
I sense that she hesitates which causes me to roll my eyes this.
I understand that she doesn't want to hurt me, but it's literally been five years since I fractured my wrist.
Sure it's weaker than it once was, but it still works which is more than I could ask.
I blindly reach one of my hands out, feeling around for the handcuffs.
It takes me a total of three tries to land on it.
I take ahold of the handcuffs and secure it onto my wrists myself in practically no time.
I hold my hands and lay them down in my lap, waiting for her next move.
