Whether you view this as a spiritual practice, a psychological kink, or a high-risk art form, one fact remains: once the hazel gaze fixes upon you, and the infernal whisper takes hold, you are no longer in control of where your body ends and the restraint begins.
The moment her fingers brushed the cold, buzzing aura, the restraints didn't snap shut. They flowed. Like liquid shadow, they wound around her wrists, light as silk but immovable as a mountain. The room vanished. hazel hypnotic infernal restraints
