HalfLucky

How long is a length of rope? Twice the length of half of it! Too easy! How about a harder one! How much can one do with a length of rope? Ohh so much! We could loop it around your chest like a tight hug. You would be able to feel it with every breath. We could loop the trailing ends around your precious neck, give the rope some dangerous quality to it. Maybe we could pull your arms behind you and start at the elbows, drawing them together with a tight loop. Then we could dance the rope around your forearms to your wrists, welding them together. Then I'd pull the ends high above you, bending you over and we could have a wonderful time. O

She was the epitome of confidence. Strutting her stuff in impossible latex ballet boots. They hugged her calves and gave her at least three more inches in height. Her legs were coated in latex, showing nothing and everything at the same time. She had a tight corset wrapped around her middle, hugging her body into a gorgeous hourglass shape, while her arms were encased in full length gloves. Locked around her wrists sat leather cuffs; though currently unattached to anything, their purpose was glaringly obvious. Finally, her collar. Bright green in colour to match her eyes, with a silver lock hanging front the front. People stopped and stared,

She ran. Through forests, over chasms, under seas; and yet, they still followed her. Fae-hunters. That's what they called themselves. Relentless. Overwhelming. Exhausting. Rest. She needed rest. Not the short naps, stolen by the minute, but a deep, fulfilling rest. The world was silent when she stopped. Her mistake was mistaking the silence for safety. They appeared all at once. Arrows of iron, piercing her. Chains of iron, holding her. Net of iron, trapping her. Blade of iron, ending her. The fae hunters celebrated. That had been the longest chase yet. What a prefect way to end the expedition with a satisfying conclusion.