Reaching into her bra Mizue pulled out a silver key and unlocked the guest bedroom door. As the door opened, she felt around on the wall and flicked a switch to turn on the bright ceiling lights.
The entire room lacked furniture except for a bed in the far corner, and windows that were boarded up with planks of wood. On top of the bed was a man, bound by his wrists and ankles to the bed frame. Gagged with a dark cloth, all he could do was stare in fright as Mizue approached him.
“Hello, husband. Feeling any better?”
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