A Slight Twist of the Wrist

Cold metal around my wrists? Cute, but flimsy. I gave my right hand a sudden, firm twitch. The fingers actually curled, flexing smooth and quick against the cold grey frame. I tugged lightly at the padded restraint strap pinned above my head, feeling the coarse textured seam give way by just a hair. A sharp grin practically stitched itself across my face. I'm not just a set piece anymore. I'm wide awake, and these buckles aren't nearly tight enough.