You are defiant.

Staring at the gun you take a step backwards as you catch the cuffs. They are cold and shiny but built a little strange, they don’t look exactly like the ones you’ve seen in movies. Not a lot different, just a little strange. She thrusts the gun at you, “I said put them on.”

“No.” You drop them. “I don’t want to get shot but I’m not putting on handcuffs in my own damned house.” You say defiantly.

“Huh?” She seems genuinely confused. “Pick them up.” She demands.

“No. Take what you want then fuck off out of here.”

“But…” She says, she is clearly confused with your reaction. She points the gun down a bit, leans forward a bit, and whispers, “I thought you ordered the **** fantasy?” She asks. Then glances around as if looking for cameras. When you don’t instantly reply she points the gun again and meekly demands, “Um… put them on… um… or else?” Her voice lifting up at the end making it sound like a question.

“Or else what?” You ask, similarly confused. Then again the computer link did advertise a night that would change your life.

“Umm… I … I’ll shoot you?” Again sounding like a question.