Later still...

Ethan didn't make it home that night.

Charlie stopped by Ethan's house, but left in a huff after a few minutes of knocking

Ethan didn't make it home the next day either.

Layla insisted and took very good care of him. Opportunities would pass, but Ethan's hands, as well as other things, were full.

He did make it home the day after that, but only briefly, returning to Layla's bed not long after.

Days blurred together, a euphoric haze settling in. Ethan found himself settling into this new role not just well, but eagerly.

He wasn't sure what day it was exactly when the knock at the door came, but he had been made ready for it.

Heather had come to town.

All Ethan could do was wait as voices below him conversed. It went on for many minutes before two sets of footsteps made their way up the stairs. Ethan could feel his stomach in his throat. This was it.

When the bedroom door opened, he laid eyes on a familiar face.

"E-Ethan?"

Heather could not believe her eyes.

Naked, bound, and collared, Ethan waited at the edge of Layla's bed, ready to greet his once girlfriend. And, hopefully, his new playmate.

"Like what you see?" Layla loomed over Heather's shoulder, leaning in and whispering into her ear.

Hesitating, Heather doesn't answer right away, her eyes fixed on her ex-boyfriend. Swallowing, lips quivering, she answers. "Yes..."

Smiling, Layla licks her lips. "Would you like to join him?"

A pause.

"Yes."