She was clean. The water was draining out of the tub. Her foot, still blueish, had slid down, landing with a soft “thud.”

He sat next to her on top of the toilet bowl lid. Resting next to his feet was a case with latches, closed.

“Uh,” She moaned quietly from the tub, he looked over expectantly. Her eyes parted open slightly, makeup smeared along her cheeks, head rocking back and forth, sleepily.

She was still coming down, he would doubt if she was even aware right now that she was in his bathroom. Her mouth was locked around a gag that he had placed over her.

He draws his attention to his case. He reaches over and unlatches them slowly.