[Intro and Event]
Groggily, Raven awoke in a strange bed, in a strange place. That in and of itself wasn't so unusual as the old man had often found himself waking in a strangers bed only to wonder how exactly he'd gotten there. Usually though, this morning wake up was accompanied by a head ache and a sick feeling on his stomach, but not today. The old man was certainly still suffering the effects of whatever it was he had taken before coming here, but it manifested itself in a slight haze that seemed to wash over all of his senses. Slow to react, it took Raven time to figure out exactly where all of his limbs were.
First he noticed his arms, though they had clearly gone numb from their position tied behind his back so that each wrist was bound to the opposite elbow. Next, his legs had been folded back on themselves and tied with knots both at the knee and connecting his ankles all the way up to their upper calf. The top knot on the legs was then strung through the knots between the elbows and wrists loosely enough so that he could lie flat on his stomach, but tight enough that there wasn't enough slack to close his thighs. As Raven slowly realized how very nude he was, it also dawned on him exactly how vulnerable he was in that position.
Getting his bearings, Raven quickly tried to scower the room for any way out of his predicament, or at least a clue as to where he was. While he lay in the center of a circular bed, with lush silken sheets, along the wall there was a mirror, and a set of drawers. Laid out on top of the drawers, in a very neat and orderly presentation, were several devices of varying sizes and shapes. At the very edge of the drawer top, was a small porcelain bowl set out and filled with a yellow liquid. From all the way on the bed, Raven could smell it's sweet scent, and cringed with dawning realization what it was for.
He looked around, desperate for any sign of familiarity. The old man liked kinks... but this was going just a little to far. Panic slowly sinking in, Raven called out, to anyone who might hear him.
"SOMEBODY!... HAAAAAAAAAALP!"
"I THINK THIS IS A MISTAKE~"
First he noticed his arms, though they had clearly gone numb from their position tied behind his back so that each wrist was bound to the opposite elbow. Next, his legs had been folded back on themselves and tied with knots both at the knee and connecting his ankles all the way up to their upper calf. The top knot on the legs was then strung through the knots between the elbows and wrists loosely enough so that he could lie flat on his stomach, but tight enough that there wasn't enough slack to close his thighs. As Raven slowly realized how very nude he was, it also dawned on him exactly how vulnerable he was in that position.
Getting his bearings, Raven quickly tried to scower the room for any way out of his predicament, or at least a clue as to where he was. While he lay in the center of a circular bed, with lush silken sheets, along the wall there was a mirror, and a set of drawers. Laid out on top of the drawers, in a very neat and orderly presentation, were several devices of varying sizes and shapes. At the very edge of the drawer top, was a small porcelain bowl set out and filled with a yellow liquid. From all the way on the bed, Raven could smell it's sweet scent, and cringed with dawning realization what it was for.
He looked around, desperate for any sign of familiarity. The old man liked kinks... but this was going just a little to far. Panic slowly sinking in, Raven called out, to anyone who might hear him.
"SOMEBODY!... HAAAAAAAAAALP!"
"I THINK THIS IS A MISTAKE~"