NERTHUS
I let him pull me out by my arm and lower my gaze immediately. We pass the entire hall like this with me looking at my shoes. As we halt, I suppose that we are standing in front of an old elevator as I can hear it starting with an abrupt and loud bang before it clatters along to reach us. I sense my kidnapper shift to open a slide gate before he pushes me into the elevator. I bite my tongue at my urge to scream as the car isn’t leveled with the floor.
The last thing I’ll let them hear is my distressed voice.
The men continue to chat nonchalantly while the one following behind us, closes the gate brusquely. As soon as he has closed it, the elevator moves with a jerk to judder along.
I keep my hand clasped around my purse and my eyes glued to the ground. I can’t even say if we are moving up or down as I’m fighting hard to keep my breathing calm.
As we arrive at the floor, the man without an accent opens the door back up and the one still holding me helps me up the step to reach the new floor. As the room seems to be darker and only flooded with artificial light, I guess that we went down another bit.
From the whimpering voices that I hear as we pass along an enlightened path, I can imagine what this place is. To prevent myself from any stupidity that could cost my life earlier than already planned, I clench my eyes closed. I only re-open them as I hear another rattle and a gate that opens, just in time to not tip over as we come to a halt.
“Sit.”
Turning around, I get shoved into an iron chair and I distort my face as my skin feels the uncomfortable contact. Even if I would like to throw a tantrum, I know better than that. But as the man pulls out a bunch of cable ties, I press myself further into the chair.
“No. Wait! You don’t need to do that!”
Halting in his movements, he looks at me annoyed. “What?”
I shake my head, looking up to the guy that is standing behind the metal grid and stares me down with his brows raised.
“Really, I won’t make any fuss. But please don’t tie me to the chair.”
The men laugh and the one next to me proceeds to take my hand to tie me to the arm rest.
“No! Let me go!” I don’t get to snatch my hand out of his strong hold and have no better idea than to spit at him. As he jerks back, I succeed in getting out of his hold.
Partly.
Because the only reason for letting me go is that he can slap me so hard that I would have landed on the floor if my chair hadn’t had handles.
“Stupid bitch!”
Cowering over one arm rest, I wait for him to get close again. Before he can grab my hands again, I lift my knee, distracting him to land a headbutt right on his nose. As he falls back on his butt, I get out of my chair to take the gun that I saw flashing in his holster just to stop when hearing a clicking noise. Before I can even lay my eyes on the silver gadget of the second abductor, I hear the people in the compartments around us scream and cover.
“Sit back down.” I lift my hands instinctively as the man out of the small cage is pointing his gun at me.
“Stop acting up.”
I sit down slowly and the man on the floor whines before he gets back up. As I let myself get tied to the chair without any further protest, I see the blood streaming down my attacker’s face.
“Are you working for Francis?” I whisper lowly, without taking my eyes off the man pointing a gun at me.
He sneers without looking up at me, finishing tying my ankles to the chair’s legs.
“Who the fuck is that?”
I let out a shaky breath, closing my eyes. “Oh, thank God.”
As he finishes to tie my last joint with an extra pull, he gets up without saying anything more to me. He closes up my little cage and talks to his colleague about how this bitch broke his fucking nose.
I push down the urge to chuckle silently, as there is really nothing to laugh about. Daring a look around to see the other stalls filled with a lot of people, I notice that I’m getting quite the VIP treatment. Also, I’m like on display as I seem to be in the centre of the poorly lit hall, attracting prying eyes. I fail to loosen the tight strap around my wrists but continue to move against it. Trying to keep my panic down at me being tied to a chair, I take long and calming breaths. I used to get tied down a lot back at home and even if I had to overcome my initial trauma by having it in my repertoire, I still can’t handle a chair.
This new life of mine really spoiled me.
Entire hours seem to pass before I hear steps resounding in the distance.
I hear the shoes clack on the hard floor even before his frame appears under the string of lights. The shuffling in the stalls around me meshes with the panic streaming along my nerves. Breathing laboredly, I straighten my spine as a bluff as I watch the man come closer. With a click of the lock, he opens my cage, leaning against the frame of it.
“You broke his nose.”
“If it gets too hot for him, he should leave the kitchen.”
My gorgeous abductor chuckles as he takes a step closer towards me, putting his hands in his pockets.
“Care to tell me again, how I should go to hell, beautiful?”
“You said you were there already.” I retort, tilting my head.
Freeing his hands and putting them on the armrest behind my elbow, he smirks slyly.
“That’s why I had you brought here.” He leans in, making my heart do an extra beat.
“I will go if you send me, but you’ll be coming with me.” His husky whisper travels right to my core, making me shudder in pleasure.
“As long as you pay.”
He laughs, straightening back up before he crouches down in front of me. “Are you feeling uncomfortable?”
He watches me intently as I laugh. “What do you think?”
He shrugs, smirking again and I clear my throat. “I don’t think that anyone likes to be tied to a chair.”
“So, you wouldn’t mind being tied to something else?” He seems genuinely interested in this matter.
“I don’t like being tied up!” I say, moving against the cable ties containing me once again.
“Even if it’s by me?” He asks lowly, his expression now turned serious.
I gulp, losing myself in his eyes. My brain seems to refuse its proper service as it sends me a fantastically indecent image of me getting tied to the gritted wall behind me.
“Huh?” I push out as I see him tilting his head at me.
“Even if it’s by me?” He repeats calmly, making my heart beat faster. I don’t know what’s wrong with me but it’s incredibly hot how I can look down at him while he asks me.
“I don’t like to be tied down.” I whisper, without breaking eye contact.
“Hmmm…” His deep hum travels through my body, making my skin burn up even before he lifts his hand to touch my knee.
“I would constrain your hands above your head to the headboard of my bed.”
He moves his hand up my thigh and my breath hitches in my throat.
“Your legs tied each to a bed post.” I inhale sharply, my insides tingling.
His hands move up, as he shifts to his knees, spreading my legs, his thumbs gracing the inside of my thighs.
“Your legs spread perfectly for me.”
Him squeezing into my flesh gently, is enough for me to go into a frenzy. I try to clench my legs back together to relieve some of the pressure on my throbbing pussy, but he holds me firmly, impeding it.
“This way you could concentrate fully on the pleasure you get from my cock pounding into you. Letting me have full control over you.”
The fact that he doesn’t seem to shorten his sentences to fuck up my lust-driven brain has his deep whisper feeling even more destructive.
“Oh, God.” I breathe out.
His sly smirk reappears, and I shift in my seat, hoping to wipe away at least a bit of the puddle that I must have created on the seat.
“So?” He asks lowly and my eyes widen.
“So?” I repeat, my brain struggling to work properly.
“Would you enjoy being tied up by me?”
I grab the armrests, wringing my hands around the steel handles.
“I- I don’t like being tied up.” I breathe out, cringing at how needy I sound.
He chuckles again, lifting his hand to my chin, turning my head to the right.
“Such a bad liar.” He murmurs, seemingly amused.
Taking his time, he inspects my cheek intently.
“Does it hurt?”
I don’t know why, but right now, the image of my boss telling me about my aggressor being attacked passes my inner eye and I gulp. “No. I had worse.” I push out a chuckle as he lets me go, making my head turn back to look at me. “His nose is certainly worse.”
His smile has my heart skip a beat and shuffle with my feet. “And I guess he had to. I was quite acting up. I nearly busted your silly little plan.”
“Still.” He says with another chuckle, snapping open a knife that he took out of nowhere.
I jump, shouting, “Woah! Careful with that thing, big boy.”
His smirk stretches on his face as he starts cutting the cable ties, freeing me from the chair. He is about to free my ankles as I rub my wrists with a groan.
“But that was mean.” I pout, and he gets up from his position at my feet to glare down at me.
“You wanted to be treated like an ordinary whore. So, I’ll grant you this wish.”
I gasp, still holding my scraped wrist. “Bullshit. You just didn’t want me to end my date properly.”
He just tsks, holding open the door of the cage for me.
“Let’s go. I have other things to do, woman.”
I pout, picking up my purse from the floor and leave the confined space to walk back out to the elevator.
He whistles, and as I turn around, he is still standing in the doorway of the cage, gesturing in the other direction from where I was going. Walking back under the curious eyes of the people in the stalls, I pass him with fast steps, walking towards a double-doored exit.
As we pass the hall behind it, we get into an old elevator.
“Don’t you want to ask what this place is?”
I shake my head, my eyes fixated on the wall moving along our descending car.
“No.” I sigh.
We fall silent for a moment and just before the elevator stops, I add, “No need to ask about something I already know.”