Lets you on your way

The man leans down, “did my cum taste good?”

“Y-yes.”

“Better than your boyfriend?”

You hesitate, “Yes.”

He takes the marker that had been tucked into your blindfold, spins you around, and writes his own rating on your shoulder. “Then go on before I call the cops.”

You stumble to your feet, hands still cuffed behind your back. It’s much easier to climb the stairs now that you can see. You hurry, hoping to make it to the roof without further incident.