Suddenly Juniper found her head turning toward her front door, now seeing it from a horizontal position as her head was being pressed into the plush cushion. Her eyes rolled back into her head at the same time she closed them, feeling his thumb pressing into her molar as his hand squeezed her mandible.

A deep inhale through her nose as her spine elongated, her foot somehow dangling above her face. He displayed her pelvis as some sort of careless use of a protractor, 180 degrees… just because one felt like it.

Her cheeks mashed in as her red lips squeezed outwards, the shape of his teeth imprinting into her neck as the heat of his breath exhaled down her back, her spine convulsing.

She opened her eyes as her head was snapped back toward him, her arm pinned into the sofa as she realized it was the weight of his torso that protracted her. They locked eyes as he released his grip and she was finally able to exhale. They kissed, then again and again.

Her eyes opened wider than she could have ever imagined as he pulled his head back from her. In that moment, the sharp, grating rip of duct tape being swiftly torn from its roll sliced through her mind… a sound impossible for anyone to ignore. Her heart pounding through her chest, as if she knew what it felt like to be paralyzed.