It was just a prank I didn't want to be a part of. I never meant to hurt anyone, least of all Johann Weir. You wouldn't know that he sells literature for a living. He has these wild eyes--eyes that light something up in me--and he must be twice as big as me with strong, warm hands. Hands I try not to imagine everywhere. He scares me. And thrills me.  But now, the deed is done, and I have to face the consequences. He says he just wants to hold me here until the police come, but it's been hours and I'm still here. Chained to a pipe in his back room like a prisoner. The only person I have to talk to is Johann, and all I have to say are secrets I didn't know I was keeping. Dark, shameful secrets--secrets that involve the metal around my wrist and him standing over me. But I can't stop. I need him to know everything. I need him.  Johann has his own secrets--ones he wants to tell me too. And more than anything, I want to listen. And maybe, before he sends me away, he'll punish me. Just a little.  Just enough.