That river in Egypt
It was the morning of January 2nd, day 2 of Damocles' training. Rennala was up early, she wanted to get this started while he was still asleep and over quickly. She was wearing black leggings and her usual black band T-shirt. She walked over to the shelf, dropping his keys inside the cup before returning to him. She knelt down beside him and looked over as he slept.
"Psst. Pet?"
"..."
No response from Damocles, he was still lying on his front wrapped in the blanket like how she told him to last night. She carefully pulled the top part of the blanket off him and laid it to the side. His arms were still cuffed on his front, which is what she wanted. She moved down to his feet, which stuck out the bottom of the blanket. She unravelled a coil of rope, tying one end to the cuffs locked to his ankles and the other end to the bottom of her couch. She didn't want him bending his legs. She got up and went over to the lightswitch, ready to start.
"Psst. Pet?"
"..."
No response from Damocles, he was still lying on his front wrapped in the blanket like how she told him to last night. She carefully pulled the top part of the blanket off him and laid it to the side. His arms were still cuffed on his front, which is what she wanted. She moved down to his feet, which stuck out the bottom of the blanket. She unravelled a coil of rope, tying one end to the cuffs locked to his ankles and the other end to the bottom of her couch. She didn't want him bending his legs. She got up and went over to the lightswitch, ready to start.