He paces back and forth before the woman who is bound to the door. Dante has high hopes she won’t cave immediately, there were always women who did, who gave the safe word or the password before things even really got going, who might even have regretted it after the fact. Dante knew that as intimidating as he was, the fact that he was a good-looking man probably didn’t hurt his percentages. Nearly ten percent more women stuck around for him than did for every other guy who ran the kidnapper scenario. Once he’d even come up to the room to find that she had never even bothered to show up. There were no refunds, so barring a tip, which most people forgot to leave as they departed their fantasy wobbly legged and mind blown, if the client didn’t want to go through with it, it wasn’t any skin off Dante’s nose. Except that he damn well liked his work. This kidnapping scenario brought in women with all kinds of kinks and the life and death scenario seemed to grease the skids for every last perverted one of those kinks.
