I wake slowly, groggy and disoriented. He’s standing at the foot of the bed. He is naked except for his boxer briefs. His hands are on his hips and he is scowling at me. My face scrunches a bit with confusion as I blink rapidly, trying to clear my eyes and my head. What did I do? Why is he angry? Or maybe more annoyed. As I go to stretch, I realize my arms are stretched wide. My hands are cuffed and strapped to the bed. I...