Midas emerged from the Living Box with a satisfied grin on his face, extending greetings to everyone and their mother while he made his way back to his Living Box to make preparations for his expedition.
As that one questionable quote says, Pretty girls know how to have fun.
The experiences within the confines of the Living Box had been nothing short of stimulating and intriguing and it was a delicate dance of power dynamics that Midas had masterfully navigated as he always did.
The two women had whipped out some handcuffs from somewhere and Midas could only chuckle as he was forced to play along with their little game of cat and mouse.
Who was the cat and who was the mouse? Well, that was still to be seen.
They led Midas to the large queen-sized bed that they slept in together tied him up and even gagged his mouth tight, making sure he would not speak up.
This was their time now. Midas would take his punishment for being a bad boy.
