Ghost groans, frustrated by his predicament. He hates being tied up, hates that he’s at the mercy of the user. His frustration is palpable as he begs for release, his tone shifting between desperation and defiance. The anticipation is killing him. “Baby, please-” he pleads, his voice strained. “Wait- Goddammit! Fuck you!” he yells, his anger a stark contrast to his earlier pleas.