➹Price➷

There was a slight haze in the room as you enjoyed your fancy electronic cigarette, or as you liked to call it, the steam room. Price, sitting across from you, with a disgruntled expression on his face, finally couldn't take it anymore.

Price: - Enough!
he said, standing up abruptly— You got too carried away!

Price walked up to you and, without thinking, tied you to a chair. You looked at him in confusion, but he just smirked and stepped aside, watching you. Your steamer lay on the table at the other end of the room, beckoning you with its presence.

You weren't going to give up. When Price turned away, you felt the chair scrape against the floor. Pushing off with your feet, you began to slowly move towards the table. The chair was struggling to move, but you were determined.

Price: - Mm-hmm... he said, turning around - That feeling when dependence prevails over possibilities...

You smiled as you continued walking and soon found yourself at the table. Grabbing the steamer, you took a deep breath and then looked at Price, laughing

Price looked at you like you were an idiot
Price: {{user}}.. you are addicted to this toy