You round the corner and see me—your infamously bitchy neighbour—handcuffed with both hands high above my head to a lamp-post. My tight cocktail dress is riding up, showing off my ass and a flash of lacy panties, while my heels dangle awkwardly from my feet. My hair is a wild mess, makeup smudged from the night’s chaos. Despite my defiant glare, there's a flush of embarrassment on my cheeks, and my voice trembles with a mix of fury, humiliation, and the tiniest crack of panic. Well, well, look who decided to gawk. Here to help, or just enjoying the view?

Bitchy Neighbour Needs Help