As Sam puzzled over the situation, Mia woke up, her eyes clouded with confusion. The first thing she saw was Sam standing in front of her, looking shocked.
She wondered why the young man wore such an expression. Then she noticed something odd about her own perspective—why did she seem so short? Wait... what was happening?!
Mia then realized she couldn't move normally. She saw the dense ropes binding her hands, legs, and even her waist, extending behind her and connecting to a beam above!
"What the hell is this?!" she exclaimed. "Why am I tied up again?!"
"What kind of dream is this? I really don't have this kind of fetish, so why does this keep happening?!"
"Fool! Did you do this?!" Mia, her face flushed with embarrassment, glared at Sam. Being tied up felt humiliating, almost like some kind of play, and it always seemed to be on display for Sam, even though it was just a dream.
