((Open RP. Be the male captor?)) I squirm in the chair I'm tied in, struggling to free myself. "Mm... mmph!" "Now, now, no squirming." I tense as he approaches, touching my face. "Be a good boy." I pull away, and he slaps me. "Mm!" "You don't want to make me mad, sweetheart." My cheeks flush, and I struggle again, only to be slapped.