The First Chapter (but not necessarily Chapter 1)
Sara spit, the wad landing in the corner of his eye. He didn't even bother to wipe it away, he just continued to stare at her. "I have all night. We can wait as long as you want."
She shrugged, "That's fine with me. I won't be the one to die. You know my family is out there looking for me. Looking for you." It was a stretch, but worth a try. No one was looking for her - even on a normal night she wouldn't be home yet.
He chuckled in reply. "They are, are they?" A slim smile stared at her as he shook his head.
He walked away and sat at a desk, his back to her. Sara struggled against her bods holding to the chair. Her heart's pace started to rise, panic was setting in. She held still and took long, slow breaths. She could do this. She had to. As she gazed at her captor though, she had to stop and think. Why her? Of all girls that he could take, why her? He knew she had connections, and he knew how powerful they were. The risk didn't seem worth it. Maybe they really were as stupid as the stories claimed. There was a way to find out though.
Sara started to pull hard against the ropes. The chair shuffled a foot across the floor. The chair spun around and he laughed. "You're so cute when you struggle."
She sat still. "But I had you there."
"You had me?"
"Well you must doubt your ability to tie a knot. If they were tight, you'd have no reason to turn around and check on me." She tilted her head, and although tied to a chair, she had a look that said, "Yeah, I'm right. Now come over here and give me my reward." He wasn't one to deny someone their just rewards; he walked over and stood in front of her.
"You really are cute when you struggle." She could tell he was pleading, as if she wer denying him the one thing in the world that he wanted. It would be so easy to get him to drop his pants right there, but she had to taunt him for just a bit more.
"Am I cute?" Her green eyes grew into a pout. "Or sexy?" Evil intentions burned through her eyes, but not the ones that he saw. If only he knew.
"You're damn sexy. Dirty." He playfully scowled at her.
Sara flung her chestnut hair away from her left ear and let it fall past her right shoulder. "Tell me how dirty I am." He opened his mouth to start in the banter. "Whisper it to me, you naughty boy."
He leaned in and slid his hands up her hands, past her tied wrists, and up to her shoulders. His lips carressed her exposed ear. "You're so ..." He gasped for breath and reached through the air behind her for some unseen aid. He slumped down to the arm of the chair and fell to the floor. Blood dripped from the empty arm onto his cheek as the frayed rope ends fluttered down to the floor.
She shrugged, "That's fine with me. I won't be the one to die. You know my family is out there looking for me. Looking for you." It was a stretch, but worth a try. No one was looking for her - even on a normal night she wouldn't be home yet.
He chuckled in reply. "They are, are they?" A slim smile stared at her as he shook his head.
He walked away and sat at a desk, his back to her. Sara struggled against her bods holding to the chair. Her heart's pace started to rise, panic was setting in. She held still and took long, slow breaths. She could do this. She had to. As she gazed at her captor though, she had to stop and think. Why her? Of all girls that he could take, why her? He knew she had connections, and he knew how powerful they were. The risk didn't seem worth it. Maybe they really were as stupid as the stories claimed. There was a way to find out though.
Sara started to pull hard against the ropes. The chair shuffled a foot across the floor. The chair spun around and he laughed. "You're so cute when you struggle."
She sat still. "But I had you there."
"You had me?"
"Well you must doubt your ability to tie a knot. If they were tight, you'd have no reason to turn around and check on me." She tilted her head, and although tied to a chair, she had a look that said, "Yeah, I'm right. Now come over here and give me my reward." He wasn't one to deny someone their just rewards; he walked over and stood in front of her.
"You really are cute when you struggle." She could tell he was pleading, as if she wer denying him the one thing in the world that he wanted. It would be so easy to get him to drop his pants right there, but she had to taunt him for just a bit more.
"Am I cute?" Her green eyes grew into a pout. "Or sexy?" Evil intentions burned through her eyes, but not the ones that he saw. If only he knew.
"You're damn sexy. Dirty." He playfully scowled at her.
Sara flung her chestnut hair away from her left ear and let it fall past her right shoulder. "Tell me how dirty I am." He opened his mouth to start in the banter. "Whisper it to me, you naughty boy."
He leaned in and slid his hands up her hands, past her tied wrists, and up to her shoulders. His lips carressed her exposed ear. "You're so ..." He gasped for breath and reached through the air behind her for some unseen aid. He slumped down to the arm of the chair and fell to the floor. Blood dripped from the empty arm onto his cheek as the frayed rope ends fluttered down to the floor.
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