Dylan POVHe grabbed my ankle after his little speech, and quickly pulled me towards him, he attached one cuff to my left wrist then tried to get me to stop wriggling. "Stop fighting me!" He was trying with all his might to grab my right wrist, but I was too unpredictable, I moved it every way imaginable, he couldn't predict my movements. When the king realized he wasn't winning he huffed in annoyance, I saw a large fist heading towards my face suddenly and braced for impact, I felt nothing at first but an ache soon set in my face. I tried to move my hands but realized I could hardly move, my legs were spread apart, while being connected to the bottom of the bed, and my wrists were locked on the bed frame with a single pair of handcuffs that were looped through the bars of the headboard. I wiggled and tried to kick but to no avail did I escape. "Shhh, shhh. It's ok, this is just so you can focus on me and nothin else. I didn’t mean to knock you out though, I just wanted you to stop
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