~Liam's POV
I was trying to pull my arms free when I heard a key go in the door causing me to stop. She was here? Was it an hour already? I turned to the door and saw Sasha wearing lingerie. I couldn't help but get a little scared, I mean, sure I've had sex before but I didn't want to in this sitchuation with her. "Hey baby...and don't worry, I'm saving the kind of fun your thinking of for a rainy day." She said and winked. "Don't call me baby." I said as I struggled violently against the shackles hoping they would break into a million tiny pieces but, I couldn't help but be relieved that she wasn't going to take it that far. "Now now, don't be like that. I just wanna play a little." She said with a mischievous grin. She reached into her duffel bag that she seemed to bring everywhere and retrieved more shackles. She walked over to the bed wrapping a chain around each bedpost. She walked over the bag, pulled something out, hid it behind her back. "I'm gonna unchain you and you're going to strip down to your boxers. And no funny stuff okay?" "And if I don't?" I thought this was a good response until I felt something hit my face followed by pain, she had slapped me and hard too. "I'll slowly torture you until we're ready to proceed. I can wait as long as it takes." She said as she pulled a few knives and a key out from behind her back and walked behind me. I felt the chains drop, jumped up and ran for the door. I just had my hand on the doorknob when pain shot through my arm and I screamed. I looked down and saw a knife fall to the ground, slick with the blood dripping from my arm. "Now you see I'm not making jokes. Strip." She commanded harshly and this time I obeyed. I turned so she couldn't see the front of me and slid off my shoes. "That's as far as I'm going to let you get until you turn around." She growled from behind me. I sighed and turned around. "Let me help you with the buttons on that shirt." She walked over and ripped open my shirt. She slid her hands all over my chest and laughed seductively when I took a sharp breath inward as she yanked my shirt over the slash on my arm. She backed up and watched as each item of clothing came off until I was just in my boxers. "Now come over here." She said and I walked over uncomfortably. She pushed me on the bed and pulled my arm over to one of the chains. I jumped up trying to escape again but the knife at my throat stopped me from moving any further. She chained my hands and feet to each bedpost and sat on top of me. "What do you want to do first?" Sasha smiled at me. I mentally rolled my eyes, "Do I have a choice?" "Not really no." She leaned in the knife pressed to my chest and kissed me roughly. "Kiss. Me. Back." She growled through my lips. I kissed her back halfheartedly. When she pulled up for a breath I excepted her to go right back to kissing me, that I could tolerate but, Sasha began kissing my down my jaw lightly. I held back moans and stayed silent. She continued down to my neck and found my sweet spot. I slightly moaned and she bit down, playing with the skin between her teeth, sucking and kissing making me moan even louder. She slid her hands over my body starting at my chest, working her way down to my torso until her hand was resting on my crotch. I gasped as she squeezed and smiled, I only glared at her. This kind of stuff continued for another hour until she finally got off of me. She unchained me then pointed a knife at me. She left a pair of my clothes on the floor and turned to leave. "Where'd you get my clothes?" I had left those at the house I shared with the guys. "I have a knack for breaking and entering. Until tomorrow baby." She picked up the blood coated knife near the door that had pierced my arm, walked out and locked the door behind her. I got up off the bed and walked into the tiny bathroom with my clothes. I excepted there to be a shower but there was just a toilet, sink and a mirror. I saw the hickey on my neck Sasha had given me and sighed, Great (hint the sarcasm). I made a make-shift bandage with a piece of my old shirt which I wrapped around my bleeding arm, did my business and got dressed. I sat on the chair then remembered my phone was in my other pants. I ran over to the blood cover pile of clothes in the corner and pulled out my phone. This just might be my escape but when I pulled the phone from my pocket I hit the on button and the screen flashed with the words I was dreading. Battery dead.
