Novel & Cerita Gantungan Tas Di Kamar

Maybe four inches wide, a matched pair of chains dangle from the ring, carabiners clipped to the free ends. Toward the footer of the bed, from the right and left sides, straps hang from the cross-posts. Nylon, I think, they look to be made of the stuff they use for climbing harnesses. The dangling ends open to loose loops. Buckles fitted halfway along say the straps are adjustable. A gentle push behind my shoulders. "Lie down, Elizabeth. Your head toward the wall. Arms over your head." The chains clink as he clips them to my cuffs. Then I huff, my breath snapped short as, grabbing me by the ankles, he hauls me down the bed until my arms draw tight and my legs flop over the end.

“Pack your things.” It was almost four in the morning when we entered his bedroom. He carried my bag and suitcase to the closet, a place I’d never seen before. It was a walk-in closet where his jeans and shirts were hung on hangers and his shoes were on the bottom rack. But most of the space was empty since he didn’t need it all because his wardrobe was so simple. Like I was in a hotel, he placed my suitcase on the table in the center and unzipped it, making it easy for me to access it. He hung up the clothes that I’d brought on hangers.

“It’s been 12 hours.” “Half a day! You see?” He opened his room door and allowed me to enter first. “Okay then…” He said starting to loosen his tie. I closed the door and placed his money case next to the bed on the floor. “Hey!” He scolded, rushing to pick up the case. “You never place it on the floor. I don’t want scratches on the thing.” “Okay…” I said rolling my eyes without him seeing. He placed the case on the bed.

I attached short lengths of chain to the screw eyes, and the dangling chains with quick links were now ready to be clipped onto wrist cuffs. These would just look like sturdy plant hangers to the casual observer; less innocuous would be the screw eyes I mounted in the baseboards on each side of the room, but these could easily be concealed until needed. I had additional lengths of chain on hand, already measured to the right length, with quick links ready to clip onto ankle cuffs. I attached them, coiled them up on the floor, and hid each of them with a small accent cabinet and a potted plant.

But that was not the biggest thing in the room. There a huge king sized four poster bed, it had a black silk bedding and it had handcuffs, on the poles of the bed. I laid on the bed and looked up, I saw cuffs hanging from the top of the bed. I got off the bed. There was things hanging on the wall. I went on the wall and saw whips hanging there, there was something with leather strings hanging, I ran my hands through it. I didn't know what this these where but I wanted to find out what they were. I went to the black cabinet.

The door seemed to shimmer under the crystal chandeliers that hung in the hallways. He opened the door and guided me inside. Before I could even get my bearings, he closed the door and locked it behind me. A large bed sat in the very center of the room. On it, attached to each of the four posts was a cuff. Two, presumably for the wrists, and two for the ankles. Hanging on the wall behind were a series of items: whips of various sizes and types, ribbons and ropes, what looked like some type of harness… My blood ran cold.

I already know what I’ll see. When I do glance through one, it’s exactly what I expect: a narrow room. A bed bolted to the floor. Restraints folded neatly at the corners like someone tried to make them polite. A chair in the corner. A camera mount above the door. No camera. Just the scar where it used to be. This place wasn’t abandoned in a hurry. It was dismantled.

“Why did you take so long? “I was thirsty so I went to the kitchen to drink water. It was surprising that there was no domestic staff in Jaxson’s house, as big as the space is. “So where is the best place to hang the painting? “Right above your bed, sir, that is the perfect space for it; it will complement the room, and you can have a good view of it from any angle of the room. “Alright, you can fix it there. “I would need a helping hand here.

“Yes, of course. Just wait there, Auntie, and I’ll bring the breakfast to you.” “Thank you, Galum sweetie,” Darisha said before leaving the kitchen. She pulled a wire from a shelf in the living room and attached it to the hook on the left wall. Then she uncurled the wire and connected it to the other hook by the right wall. The length of the wire was precise and the wire hung slightly above the fire place. Then she proceeded to hang the damp clothes on the wire. She could only hang four though, but they could take turns.

Each rack had sixty‚ seventy‚ maybe eighty pieces hanging from it in clear garment bags stamped with the Henri Laurent logo in gold. They lined the racks along the far wall and started unzipping‚ and within minutes there were dresses draped over every chair‚ blouses fanned across the bed‚ trousers hung from the wardrobe doors‚ coats laid out on the chaise by the window. My bedroom looked like a department store had exploded inside it.