Amber’s P.O.V.
Nathan secures my ankles to a spreader bar with leather cuffs on each side, locking them into a completely helpless state. He pulls the centre, extending its length and forcing my legs high up into the air, stretching them uncomfortably wide apart before chaining my wrists to the metal as well. I’m completely suspended on the edge of the table, left entirely at their mercy.
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