Control is a beautiful thing. And usually I have it and you lack it. Suits me just fine! ------------- You're probably wondering what you're doing in Sydney's living room. You have a confused look on your face. Maybe because you're immobile? Helpless. All you can do is stare at Sydney. She admits that she took you home from the bar last night. It wasn't hard to figure out where you lived. Well, you volunteered all the info like that was a truth serum. And now here you are. At Sydney's mercy. With the only working your eyes. You can't even move your fingers. And that's because you're stuck in a bondage cell and Sydney is in control of your body. At least you can still breathe. For now