Not really

Yeah, so that’s the story of how I got into this interesting situation as I've been calling it. Josh is binding my hands and feet to the bedposts right now.

To be frank, this sucks, but it could be worse. The rope is uncomfortable, but not tight or painful. My mobility is limited, but otherwise, I’m okay. I just have to endure this for an hour and then I’ll get to go home. At least, that’s what I’m hoping. He seems like a good guy. I think maybe if I apologize for being a bitch, he’ll let me off the hook some of the more **** things I had agreed to earlier in a moment of stupidity. He seems like a reasonable guy. I'll try apologizing.

“Hey, Josh...” I begin in the sweetest voice I can manage.

I try my best to mask my vehemence towards him by speaking in an apologetic, soft manner. It's a voice I’ve used many times in my life to get what I want, to get sympathy. I know it’s manipulative, but who wouldn’t in such a situation?