A quick detour

Struggling for a few moments, you manage to get out from the cuddling grip of Charlotte and sneak your way out of bed. Looking through your drawers to the meager amount of clothes you have, you make a mental note to have Charlotte sort out this mess for you before grabbing a pair of gray shorts and a plain white t-shirt, throwing them onto the same music game drum set you've been using as a "temporary" clothes holder for years now whilst you strip out of your underwear and head towards the bathroom.

Turning on the water, you immediately are met with the refreshing yet shocking blast of cold water onto your skin as it gradually warms up, eventually getting hotter than what most people would consider okay. It's just another way you were different, you had always reasoned, almost bragging to yourself sometimes about how resilient you were to both heat and cold.

As you finish your almost-scalding hot shower, you step out of the bathroom after quickly drying off, not even bothering with a towel. After all, who was going to see you naked?

"Oh...good morning, master..."

Right...Charlotte. You look at your devotee, her face curled into a smile as she stares at the steadily-hardening cock, but you brush right past her. She turns to you with intentionally somber eyes, trying to make you give in to her, but it just pisses you off more. You've gone from a man dying of thirst to a man who is being drowned by a single woman! Turning to Charlotte, you grab her and throw her to the bed before grabbing the box from last night. She lets out a low, husky giggle, but all you are grabbing is a few handcuffs, which you use to restrain her arms to the headboard behind your bed.

"I'm not dealing with you right now Charlotte. I need to head out and...figure out some things. So until I get back, you are going to sit there and wait." You tell her, before then grabbing a gag and stuffing it into her mouth, and then going one step further by taking a black hood from the box and pulling it over her head, preventing her from even seeing. As you go to leave, though, you turn back to her and...

"Y'know...seeing her like that, it's kind of hot..." You think to yourself, feeling yourself stiffen once again. It is only then you even realize you are still nude, and with a few hurried steps you rush back to the bedroom and throw on your clothes before heading out.

Getting into the car, it only then occurs to you that with her tied up like that, she isn't going to be able to do too much for herself...or really much in general. An internal debate ensues, with one part of you wanting to leave as soon as possible and the other...well, actually having some semblance of human decency. The human side wins out, thankfully, and you head back in to rectify your mistake. Going into the bedroom, you uncuff Charlotte and remove the hood, only to receive a whimper from Charlotte. Taking the gag out, you look towards her as she gives you the same eyes as before.

"Why did you remove them so soon, darling?" Charlotte asks, and you shake your head.

"Well, I wanted to leave so I can head out, but then realized that if I just left you there...well..." You trail off, scratching your head. You know what you intend to say, but now that it is in your mind, the awkwardness of it comes back and you're left feeling a hell of a lot more like yourself in high school than the prideful, domineering man you've become over the past few days. Charlotte gives a knowing smile, and puts her hands behind her back.

"Well, why don't you just cuff me up and put the gag in so that way I can move around and...well," She says, giving a teasing wink, "but I can still remain bound somehow?" She says, and your mind does a double take. "Just how much of a sub did I make this woman?" You ask yourself, but it is a question you're not yet ready to answer as you cuff her hands behind her back and stick the gag back in her mouth for good measure. With the best smile she can manage, Charlotte sees you off as you get back into the car and head off towards the Stardust Cauldron...

Or rather, you would if the damned place was open! As you stare at the sign, you see it now reads: "CLOSED. CONTACT ME IF NEEDED." Of course, no contact info is left there, so now you are looking like a schmuck standing around in front of a shop with nothing to do. With a heavy sigh, you simply decide that you might as well still do something while you are out here, and head right next door to...whatever this place is.

As soon as you step inside, your nose is met with the obnoxiously prevalent smell of coffee, and you almost turn to leave right away, but then simply decide to keep going. "Of course...of course it was a coffee shop..." You think to yourself as you sit down in a booth, and as you look around the place, you notice two things:

One: this place looks completely out of place for this town. It looks like it belongs in some hipster community given its fake-looking rustic "appeal".

and two: there's wayyyy too many people here!

"How the hell do people even KNOW about this place?" You ask yourself, and simply sit at your seat, idly killing the time with your phone until a man walks up to your booth. His gray hair covers almost all of his face, its length so shaggy and matching with his unkempt mustache and beard that it feels less like he is a human and more like he wandered out from where the wild things are.

"Excuse me, sir, did you order at all?" He asks, his grating voice only further emphasized by a loud, disruptive, sudden cough that only adds to your reasoning for wanting to leave. Giving another sigh, you look towards him.

"Sorry, first time here and I absolutely despise the smell, taste and everything else regarding coffee. Is there like, I don't know...soda or tea or something here?" You ask, trying to hide your disdain. It doesn't quite work, as you see the man's eyebrows raise slightly, but he maintains composure.

"Well, my apologies sir, but this is a coffee establishment. We don't serve tea here, and as far as soda goes, you can get one from the freezer over there." He says, pointing towards a single freezer that looks to be chock full of a few dozen different drinks you have never seen before, all of which having flavors listed that simply scream "HIPSTER" to you. You stand up and walk right over to it, and start aimlessly looking for something...anything that could even be considered having a good flavor to your tastes.

"Why does a coffee shop sell bottles of cold coffee...and why does it take up about 50% of this damn freezer!?" You ask yourself, noticing that since you have gotten here you have been questioning more and more why you are even here. Then you realize, it's only cause of Regan and the damn Stardust Cauldron being closed! Who the hell closes their stores on a Wednesday anyways?

Grabbing the freezer handle, something immediately seems off. "This plastic feels very flesh-like..." You think for a few moments before suddenly pulling your hand away and seeing that you were, in fact, grabbing another person's hand. A woman's hand, nonetheless, and you instinctively expect the worst.

"O-Oh, sorry! I just finally f-found something here and went to reach-"

"Oh n-no it's not your fault, I was taking a bit long anyways-"

"It's just that I really-"

"I just-"

"can't stand the smell of coffee and went here because the shop next door was closed."

"...Wait..."

"What did you just say?!"