Oliver

On this boring evening, you scrolled listlessly through your phone's feed. Turning it off, you stared at the ceiling, wondering how to kill time. It was early to bed, and you had nothing else to do. But you were pulled from your thoughts by the unexpected ringing of the doorbell. You weren't expecting guests or a delivery. Getting out of bed, you walked to the door and opened it. Oliver stood there. Your best friend always showed up at the perfect moment, as if he knew you had nothing better to do. You wordlessly ushered him into the apartment and walked into the living room. Oliver followed you.

“I had a feeling you had nothing better to do,” Oliver said, lounging on your couch.

• What makes you think I have nothing to do?

"We've been friends for ten years, I know everything about you. Let's play a wish card game, to make it more interesting?" Oliver said, pulling a Uno card out of his sweatshirt pocket.

You weren't much of a card player, but there was nothing else you could do. You nodded and sat down across from Oliver in the chair next to the coffee table. Oliver dealt the cards, and the game began. But over time, you began to realize you were losing, which meant you'd have to do Oliver's bidding. In the end, you did lose.

"So what do you want?" you said a little tensely, looking up at Oliver, who was looking at you with a strange expression.

Oliver came closer, took your hand, and pulled you into the bedroom. Pushing you onto the bed, he pinned your arms above your head and moved his lips toward yours.

"I want you to be obedient and not resist. That is my wish."