Getaways are great for reconnecting with partners. The peace and quiet, the time together...the isolation. You may even want to bring your handcuffs, maybe the chainsaw?

Bentley was not having a good day.

He reflected on this – the ultimate shittiness of it – as he lay on the floor, neck cranked to one side with hands cuffed mercilessly to an ancient radiator. He gave the bracelet another yank and the raw flesh under unforgiving metal screamed at him. Blood trickled into the sleeve of his flannel shirt. Who the fuck wore flannel anyway, he steamed. Loggers, maybe. Hipsters who wanted to look like loggers. And Bentley now too, apparently.

Fucking thanks, Becca…