Rose And Darkness
A bedside stool, cluttered with cigarette packs, wrist watches, a golden lighter, a suspicious looking shiny foil,
I dragged my eyes away from the stool, I was feeling lightheaded and I felt the urge to puke.
I shook the cuffs violently, hoping that my small hands would miraculously slip through it, but more importantly, to wake up the Tiger.
It worked. He sprang up immediately, like a bucket of water had been thrown at him.
"What the fuck?" He growled, sounding pissed off. I moulded my face into an apologetic look.
"I want to use the bathroom!"
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