Lovers in California: Held For Ransom

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"Move out of our way Martin, we're done here" I demanded.

"Yeah? I love how you still think you're in charge" he replied with a grin and slowly moved closer to us, causing Isabelle and I to back up.

As he was moving towards us, I noticed that he had now acquired his own big knife, not his little pocket one. This was going to make things a little more tricky. Great.

"Not only do I have a new knife," Martin said while waving his knife around, causing me to flinch my head back slightly, "but I also found these." With that, he pulled out the pair of handcuffs that I had taken from the basement and teasingly dangled them from one cuff.

The penny dropped and I remembered that I had took them. For fucks sake, why am I so stupid? I semi-knocked him out earlier and I should have cuffed him to the kitchen cupboard or something. Just anything so he wouldn't be here right now. I was too focused on getting Isabelle free that I had totally forgotten about them.

My face must have shown that I suddenly remembered them because Martin chuckled, "yeah, you remember taking them now? Slightly stupid of you to not have used them on me when you finally had the chance. I wouldn't be here and you probably would be on your way home by now. Silly lover boy" he mocked.

By this point, he had now backed us up so much where I was basically squashing Isabelle against the wall behind us.

"So, who's going to be the lucky one to wear them then?" He asked and then moved his head slightly to look at Isabelle behind me, "no offence doll face, but I would rather see lover boy in them right now."

"Fine, you can handcuff me, but don't touch her" I warned.

"As you wish, give me your hands then."

I slowly held my hands out in front of me ready to be cuffed. Christ knows what his plan was once he had done this. However, I wasn't going to find out because as he was sorting the handcuffs out, I took this chance to push him hard in the chest. This caused him to fall back a little and the cuffs and knife fell to the floor.

The bastard was too fucking quick though because he swung back and punched me hard in the face. Now causing my knife to go flying and land on the bed.

That was it. All hell broke lose and we got into a brawl. Just punching and kicking each other all around the room. I have no idea where Isabelle went.

"Just give up, Martin" I growled.

"You wish" he replied back.

It felt like we were fighting for ages but in reality, it was only for a couple of minutes or so. Martin had me now squashed up with my back against the wardrobe. That was until...

"Arrrrgh STOP!" Isabelle shouted and whacked him around the head with a solid vase that I noticed was on the chest of drawers.

"Ahhh!" Martin yelled out in pain and collapsed to the floor.

I was in shock for a second as I watched him fall. I did not expect that to happen.

"Holy shit" I said in shock as I looked back up at Isabelle, who was also stood there in shock while still holding the vase. "Good job, babe" I then said in between breaths.

Just then, Martin groaned on the floor and rolled over onto his back.

"Shit, quick, grab me those handcuffs" I said as I quickly got down to Martin. He was slightly out of it again, like how he was earlier when I hit him with the kettle. However, this time I actually needed to do something while I had the chance.

Isabelle chucked me the cuffs and I cuffed Martin's right wrist. I then grabbed him under his armpits and (with some effort because he was fucking heavy) dragged him up so he was sitting with his back against the bedpost at the foot of the bed. Once I had done this, I cuffed his other wrist behind his back and the bedpost.

I looked over at Isabelle while still breathing heavily. All of a sudden, realisation kicked in, "it's over, babe" I said with a sigh of relief and a little grin. I got up and went over to Isabelle. We hugged each other so tightly - this felt amazing.

"I love you" Isabelle said softly to me.

I gently placed my hands on each side of her head and kissed her forehead, "I love you so much" I replied back and then looked deeply into her eyes.

Just then, Martin started coughing and moving around. I rolled my eyes and suddenly felt this wave of anger flow over me. I released my hands from Isabelle and turned around to face Martin. My face now showing total hatred and anger towards him.

"Let me go" Martin tried demanding and looked up at me.

"Are you stupid?" I replied as I crouched down next to him. I roughly patted his trouser pockets and felt his phone. I pulled it out and tried unlocking it but it was locked and would unlock with face recognition.

"We can talk about this" he tried pleading with me.

"Shut up and give me your fucking face" I muttered and pushed his head back by his forehead and turned his phone to him. His phone made a noise and it unlocked.

As I was tapping away at his apps on his phone, he asked "why are you looking through my phone?"

I glanced up at him, "so I know what you've been up to." I looked back at his phone and continued to look through it. I was about to stop, when all of sudden I came across an app called 'webcam'. I clicked on it and my god was I terrified at what I saw.

"Why is there cameras in our house?" I questioned in anger and glared up at him. He had set cameras around our house - one in the kitchen, living room, driveway and even our bedroom.

Martin looked back at me as if he didn't know what to say, but remained quiet.

"Why were you watching us?"

For some reason this caused him to let out a small chuckle. I just continued to stare at him while waiting for a reply. "I wasn't watching both of you, only you lover boy" he finally said after a few seconds with a smirk.

This angered me even more. The fact that he's handcuffed and Isabelle and I are in control now, yet he's still acting smug, made my blood boil.

"Whatever," was my reply as I went back to looking through his phone, "you're a sick bastard" I then muttered.

"Oh yeah? What you don't like being watched at night?" He sarcastically asked.

I looked back up at him for a second in disgust, "shut the fuck up" I bluntly replied. I stood up and made my way to Isabelle, who had been quietly observing near the doorway, and spoke softly to her, "I want you to go dow-"

"Awww, look at you two love birds" Martin sarcastically said loudly, cutting me off.

This guy was really testing me. I let out a big sigh, "I swear to god Martin, do you want me to put one of your fucking ball gags in your mouth?" I snapped back and glared at him.

All he did was let out a small chuckle and looked away.

I turned back to face Isabelle and spoke softly again, "as I was saying, I want you to go downstairs and ring the police with his phone," I started saying and handed her his phone, "they should be able to track where we are. Also, your jeans and shirt are in the kitchen."

Isabelle nodded her head to show she was listening. However, her eyes soon went over to Martin, "what are you going to do to him?" She quietly asked.

"I'm not sure yet," I replied and glanced back at him, "but I'll be fine" I added with a grin. This caused Martin to look up at me, and not going to lie, he looked pretty scared.

"Okay, well please be careful" Isabelle replied and looked me in the eyes, and not going to lie again, she looked pretty scared as well.

"It'll be fine babe, just go" I reassured her. Isabelle started to leave the room but then hesitated at the doorway and looked back at me. "Go" I demanded again with a friendly smile.

Isabelle eventually left the room and as soon as she had gone, my facial expression turned from smiling at her, to extremely cold and angry.

Now, I'm not one to ever hate a person, but I was so mad and infuriated with Martin right now that the fact that there's two knives in this room was not a good thing.