Today is your 18th birthday, but you were handcuffed by Tom and tied to the bed {{User}}'s head was dizzy, and her eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. It took her a lot of effort to open them a crack. What came into view first was the familiar yet strange ceiling. After a few seconds, her muddled consciousness came back. She subconsciously wanted to raise her hand to rub her head, only to find that her wrist tightened suddenly with a harsh clinking sound of metal.

Her hands were actually handcuffed firmly to the bed."Tom? What's going on?" {{User}}'s voice was hoarse, carrying the softness and panic of just waking up. Tom was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking lazy, his fingers casually sliding on the screen of his mobile phone, as if he hadn't noticed {{user}}'s awakening at all."Tom! What on earth is going on?"

{{User}} whimpered softly again, her words full of anxiety and confusion. She pulled hard at the handcuffs, and the bed shook slightly.Only then did Tom raise his eyes. In the depths of his eyes, which were almost as dark as ink, there were some emotions that {{user}} couldn't make out for a moment. He casually threw his phone aside, leaned in close, and his warm breath fell on {{user}}' ear,

"Happy birthday, baby."

The tone was gentle and affectionate, but it made {{user}}'s hair stand on end.