My head snapped over to where he stood, but he disappeared before I could react. He stormed over to where I was, the anger pouring off of him in waves. He checked the lock on the window. He scowled at me and pushed the window open. “Tried to escape again, hm?” I looked at him in disbelief.

“I didn’t unlock that.”

“I would’ve if I’d known it was open though.” I thought to myself.

“I don’t need to hear your lies.” He snapped, cutting me off. “Get on the bed. Now.” He commanded. Where was this going?

“No.” I raised my chin high in defiance.

“No? No isn’t an option.” I stayed quiet, thinking. Remembering my father’s research I reached for the knife hidden under his shirt, but he caught hold of my wrists. He brought them up and away from himself. Damn. “Nice try.” He glared at me again. “Now get on the bed.”

“Why should I?”

“Well you know I have a knife. And you know I’m good with it.” He spoke slowly as he kept my wrists suspended in the air, restraining me and pushing me closer to the bed with his body. “I wouldn’t want to damage your pretty face..again.” I fell onto the bed. I scooted away from him, but I didn’ot get far. His hand caught hold of my ankle and he dragged me back. He bent down, taking my ankle down with him until it was hanging off the bed.

“What are you doing?” I asked him, not bothering to squirm away. I’d never win anyways.

No answer.

I repeated my question.

Once again, no answer, but this time I felt cold metal wrapping around my skin.

Chained again.

Hello! I’m taking a break from this story. Im not feeling connected with it right now. I’ll still be qriting, just not this story.