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me. So, I sat on the bed, believing a well executed front flip and spin was the answer to my escape.
    Devon became pleased, so pleased he grinned when I cooperated and sat down. He loosened his grip a little and leaned in real close. “A little afternoon delight, Jane. Then you and your cash can be on your way.”
    “I bet Maisie is looking for us right now, more specifically, she’s looking for that cash, Devon, and she probably knows about this house.”
    “I doubt that,” he said. Then he let me go.  I tried to stand, but I seemed to be stuck to the bed. This unnerved me, but I didn’t want Devon to see that I now worried like a crazy woman about how to make my escape. I tried to look like I was the epitome of casualness. I lay back on the bed and watched as Devon reached into his backpack and slowly took out a brick of Maisie’s cash, held it up, blew on it and set it on fire!
    “You're going to have to work time and a half for Maisie to repay that little pile of ash.”
    Oh, shit! I can’t have him burning that cash up and Maisie thinking it was me that took it. Omg , I began to lose my cool. I didn’t want to be stuck doing that woman’s dirty work for one second longer than I had to. And I sure didn’t want her to take her bad temper out on Sia!
    “Alright. Alright!” I sat bolt up. No more cash burning. I’d figure out how to break free once I got him under my control. I lay back on the bed and tried to look a little sultry, but I wasn’t feeling it, recovering those crazy feelings of lust I had for him when I saw him come into Maisie’s shop and again when he walked into the bank to rob the place, wasn’t working.
    Devon snapped his fingers. Then he hissed.
    And I thought, oh, oh we got some kink coming, and I was right, but I had no idea what kind of kinkiness to expect from Devon, or what direction, or form it might come in. Then, in his deep growly voice, he said, “Ssssnakes.”
    I’m pretty sure he said snakes!
    I waited it for it, but when nothing happened I began to wonder if he was having a delusional fantasy. Something on one of the bed posts flickered and moved at the foot of the bed. It caught my eye.
    In another moment I saw the carved decorations on the bed posts become animated and small snakes slid away from their decorative positions on the posts. They slithered downward, encircled my wrists and ankles.
    I freaked out inwardly, but didn’t dare let Devon know.  Still on my back, and more stuck to the bed than ever, I didn’t have a clue of what to do. I didn’t hate snakes, but I didn’t love them either. How had Devon done that, make them come to life, or had they been there all along writhing and making their way toward me, and I hadn’t noticed?
    No more nonchalance from me.
    I hiccupped on my fear. I hiccupped again and again.
    Devon grinned lustfully.
    I struggled against the serpents at my wrists and ankles. They tied themselves into knots and tied themselves to the bedposts.  The thin, slithery creatures, four of them, bound my ankles and wrists to the bed.
    It wasn’t like I’d never before found myself in this position, but generally my partners and I agreed to certain rules.
    Here Devon was in control and my options had just become very limited              “Not gonna happen, Devon,” I said. The serpents continued their mission to secure me to the bed.
    Once they’d twisted themselves into a knot, the serpents—voila -- became rope. They pulled tighter than I’d expected, and I pulled against them, trying to keep them loose to prevent them from cutting into my skin, that was until I realized that my struggles and writhing made Devon even more excited than he already appeared. He threw his backpack and his hoodie on the floor in a crumpled heap and came toward me, pulling on his grungy undershirt
    The disarray of his backpack and hoodie sent me into a rage. I hated the way that disorderliness made me feel.
    What a mess this situation was at