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[visiongirl]

With a slight groan I tried to roll over in bed. It couldn't really be time for work yet, could it? I was still so tired and hey, why did my head hurt so much? And since when did my bed hurt my back so much? Opening my eyes I gasped as I saw the situation I had gotten myself into. I was tied to the bannisters on the steps at Hyperion, and without

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[buffys_bitch]

"No no! Look mate, I'm sorry but the bloke is just...wrong. He may be a national icon to you buggers, but someone should have strangled him at birth for all the excruciating misery he's inflicted on others. Lord of the Dance? Lord of the Ponce more like it. I bet he's a demon. A dancing demon who-"

I was coming into the front courtyard with Doyle and co, arguing about the evils of Michael Flatley when I heard someone making a racket inside the Hyperion. Dropping the debate I hurried inside expecting a fight or worse.

Well, my blood still got to pounding, but for a different reason. Cordelia was tied to the stairs with not a stitch on. Completely starkers. I was copping an eyeful that would last me for...at least a month or so. Damn she had a fine body, and those breasts were-

I snapped my gaping mouth closed, just in case I was saying out loud what I was thinking. It's been known to happen.

"Whoa, someone having a little bondage fun, eh?"

[visiongirl]

"Spike, oh thank God!" And who knew that those words would ever escape my mouth! I knew Spike had done a lot of good over the last couple years, and we'd worked together for awhile now. Still, I never thought I'd be actually overjoyed to see him.

"Shut up and let me out of here." I demanded, I was still face down on the carpeted steps so I couldn't see if anyone was with him. I was more concerned with getting untied, then getting dressed. Then would be the trying not to feel too humiliated as I told him what exactly I'd done.

[visiongirl]

"Wesley?!" I piped up immediately when I heard the other familiar British voice. "Where the hell have you been?!" I demanded. And okay, being tied to the stairway is probably not the best time to reprimand employees but I just can't help myself. Did he think he could just disappear forever and then show up and save the day? I wondered if Fred was back with him too, although right now it wasn't really my top concern.

"What are you crazy? Untie me now!" I huffed on the stairway and I was already sure that every limb in my body had already fallen asleep and I'd never be able to use them again. That's saying something coming from a former coma victim.

"You dumbasses. Angelus is out in L.A. killing God knows who right now. Let me out of here!" I demanded again, raising my voice.