My eyes darted to the men in the room, then back to her. I had to comply or they’d figure out I wasn’t controlled by the cuff anymore. I’d beat them up if they tried to touch me.
“Of course.” I whispered.
I started taking off my clothes until I was standing there naked. Pris’ brothers were staring at me in a very interested way. She walked around me nodding her head.
“Fisher. Give me the bag.” She ordered.
One of her brothers stepped forward with another duffle. She pulled out several long pieces of cloth. Each a different width and length. The smallest, she carefully tied over the wrist cuff, ending in a bow.
She proceeded to wrap me with the other two, tying bows over my breasts and groin. All anyone had to do was pull on one end and the cloth would unravel. She was gift wrappi
