“What are you doing?” I back away from Alfonso. I’ve never liked handcuffs.

“We can’t have you trying to escape out the window, now can we?” Alfonso chuckles and snatches my arm. He slaps the cuff around one of my wrists and then locks the other cuff around the shower curtain. I glare at him. He leans over to turn the shower on for me. I step back to avoid getting sprayed, pulling the cuff along the curtain rod. I debate kicking Alfonso in the face but I don’t think it ...