Just the fridge, for now.

I followed her into the kitchen. Phew. It didn't seem like she was going to leave the apartment. That was good news. At least I didn't have to walk around town half naked following my naked girlfriend. My reputation would drop through the floor and a bit lower after that. I doubt the streets would be empty a Friday night. It was evening and around 9 o'clock. Glad I didn't have to follow her trough town all night. Anyway, safe. She didn't leave the apartment. Yet, anyway. I had no idea what she was doing or going to do.

I watched as she found a drinking glass. She then proceeded to spit my cum and her juices in it. It wasn't much, as most of the cum had either been in her pussy or on the sheets. So she didn't get that much when cleaning my cock with a blow job. Still, I reckon it was a couple of mL. Ok, maybe a cL. Or two. Who's counting? Not me. Ok, maybe I care about that stuff a little. But it was hard to tell. I didn't exactly stop her to pour it into a measuring cup. After she had spit out everything she had in the glass, she bent down and got a plastic film from the drawers. She covered the glass and put it in the fridge. WHAT? Did she just put it away for later? She couldn't talk, but wanted to preserve my cum in the fridge? This was outrageous.

I was mostly in a daze, so I hadn't really had a clear mind to do anything. I wouldn't say I had a clear mind after I saw this either, but at least I was motivated to do something. I couldn't just let her be like this.

So I did the first thing I could come up with. I found some of my ties in a drawer. I didn't have any rope nearby, so this piece of formal clothing would have to do. I probably should have taken something else. But again: I wasn't exactly in a clear headspace. I then went into the kitchen and grabbed her wrist. I led her into the bedroom and sat her down in a chair. I proceeded to bind her arms and legs to the chair, using four of my ties in the process. I only had four ties. It was probably not the smartest thing I've done. Strangely enough, she didn't resist. She just looked at me with a vacant expression, like she was waiting for something.

I felt kinda bad for her. I extended my hand and stroked her cheek gently. She opened her mouth and started sucking and licking my thumb. Even though she had no pupils or irises, her eyes seemed to somehow convey lust. Had she gone completely mad? I went to the kitchen and prepared some food. I went back to the bedroom and sat down on the bed, with her facing me on the chair. I just started eating and watched her, wondering what happened. I tried asking her questions and engage her in talk, but it was of no use. She was as silent as a stone.

I continued to watch over her for a couple of hours. Trying to talk to her. Talking about her past to see if I could get any reaction. None. Eventually I started to feel sleepy. I had finished my "meal" (just some bread) long ago and taken away the plate to the kitchen. So when I felt the tiredness overtake me, there was really nothing stopping me from laying down on the bed and falling asleep. Just 5 minutes. I'll just lay down a little, I thought to myself. That did not go as planned. I drifted off to sleep, not able to comprehend how much time passed while I slept.

I woke. I don't know how much later. The curtains where closed and there was no clock. I looked to the chair. I was shocked. The chair was empty! My girlfriend, Harper, was not there! On the floor where four ripped up ties. She had escaped in my sleep! How long had I been out for? I needed to find her. And that quick!