“Anise?”
“What’s the magic word?”
“Um…please?”
The door opened just a crack and I saw Anise’s head poking through. Sure enough, she was grinning like a Cheshire Cat as she looked over my misfortune.
“Score one for Margo with the word please,” she said as she walked into the room and stood at the head of the bed. “Want to try for another?”
“Um…how? I mean…I mean, please? Um…”
“You’re so cute when your flustered, Margo.” Anise smiled down at me and patted me on the cheek like I was a child. It was maddeningly condescending.
I pulled at the ropes that held my wrists. I knew I wasn’t going anywhere until Anise released me. I could always yell red if I wanted out, but then the fun times would be over. And as obnoxious as Anise was being at the moment, it was fun—frustrating as hell, but fun.