Lovers in California: Held For Ransom

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--Nathan's POV--

Just as I thought this was the end, I suddenly felt Martin's grip release from my throat and he stood up. Thank god.

I quickly leant forward and inhaled as much as I could, causing me to have a coughing fit.

"DON'T FUCK WITH ME, NATHAN!" He angrily shouted while pointing his finger at me.

I nodded my head eagerly to show I was listening, while still coughing slightly. I was just grateful that I was still alive. I also noticed that this was that first time he had actually addressed me by my real name and not 'lover boy'.

"Ergh! You make me so mad!" He loudly muttered and stormed off to the blackboard.

What the fuck did I do now?! He just nearly strangled me to death and now he's mad at me? Whatever, I didn't reply to that, I was honestly more focused on trying to get my breath back.

I heard him pick something up and then storm back over to me. I was still leant over and panting away. I felt so weird, like I was finally able to breathe again but my heart was beating so fast right now, it felt like I was going to have a panic attack. I think it was a mixture of panic, relief and shock.

Martin crouched down to the side of me, "I'm sick of your games" he then muttered very quietly and grabbed my shoulder to pull me back up. Before I could reply to this very... Um... Weird behaviour, he slipped a black blindfold over my eyes.

I groaned out in frustration but didn't try and say anything. I didn't want to piss him off even more and risk him trying to strangle me again. Like I said, his behaviour right now was very weird and somewhat childish. He seemed mad at me because I could of died? It's like he wouldn't have taken any blame if I did die, and it would have been my fault. Very unusual.

"There we go," he muttered again, "just to add to your punishment."

"Punishment?" I tried to ask. See I told you, punishment for me nearly dying I bet.

"Yes punishment, what you did just then nearly got me into a lot of trouble."

Bingo! This guy really was crazy. Again, I didn't reply but just shook my head in disbelief.

"Now," he started to say as I heard him stand up and walk in front of me, "to also add to your punishment..."

Oh great, here we go. I leant my head back on the pole, still shaking my head in disbelief and trying to calm my breathing down, which luckily it did, while I waited for whatever he was going to say next.

"I'm going to have my way with Isabelle while she's tied to my bed" he growled.

"No," I tried to beg behind my gag, "please don't touch her."

"Sorry, I don't understand you" he teased. He fucking damn knew what I was saying.

I grunted at this and started squirming around to free myself. I didn't care anymore, I needed to get out of here and stop this.

"Going somewhere?" Martin sarcastically asked. Even being blindfolded, I could just tell that that came with a smirk.

I ignored him and continued to squirm. I knew this was a risk, just squirming around in front of him and ignoring him. I was either entertaining him, or pissing him off which could mean another strangle session. However, I didn't care, I needed to get out of here for Isabelle's sake.

"Stop it" Martin suddenly warned, sounding frustrated.

"No" I grunted, still squirming.

"You'll regret it" he warned again.

I genuinely didn't care anymore. Therefore, I continued.

"I said... STOP IT!" He shouted and kicked me hard in the ribs with his rock hard boots he was wearing.

"MMMMPH!" I cried out in pain and doubled over in front of me, bringing my knees up. Fuck that hurt.

"I told you to stop!" He growled in frustration.

I was trying to bite down on the ball gag to ignore the pain, but it wasn't really working. I swear he must have broken a rib or something.

Martin suddenly grabbed me by the throat again and pushed me up from where I was leaning over. I groaned out in pain and my breathing had got faster again.

"For that, I'm definitely having my way with her now" he quietly snarled at me. I grunted hard and jerked away from his grip but he just chuckled at this, "have fun, lover boy" he said and patted my cheek in a patronising manner.

I remained still as I heard him walk off and up the stairs. I needed to be quiet and hear out for the door shutting and locking before I could start trying to get free again. Being blindfolded as well now, I needed to be extra careful in not letting him see me and risk being tied up even more, therefore having even less of a chance of escaping.

Luckily, I heard him go up the stairs, open and shut the door, and lock it. It was finally time to get back to work.