Lisa
"Hello? Lisa, are you there?"
I hear Jennie's descending footsteps on the stairs outside my room. I'm breathing heavily, unable to believe this is actually fucking happening.
"Hello?" Kai repeats.
"Yeah, Kai. I'm here," I finally say. My voice nearly cracks from the emotional strain; I quickly clear my throat.
"Well what's up?" he asks coolly. My mind spins as I scramble for a last minute solution to this problem.
If there's one thing I'm certain, it's that I'd rather die chained to this bed than to be saved by Kai motherfucking Kim Jongin.
"Um, just returning your call," I offer lamely. I shift on the bed but cringe when the handcuffs make a noise. I can hear Jennie cranking her car outside and my heart lurches at the thought of her leaving. This isn't how I expected things to go at all. Did I expect her to slap me? Yes. Did I expect her to call me names and leave? Definitely.
Did I expect to be chained to the bed and have her go all crazy Lorena Bobbit on me? Hell no.
"Yeah, so? You bed her yet?" he asks impatiently.
"Nah. But I still have one more week, right?" I'm being much friendlier than usual. More than anything, I just want him to hang up. Now.
He snorts. "Yeah, sounds like you're going to need it, too. Every last single day. Hey, I never said it was going to be easy laying the ice princess, did I?"
"No, Kai. Guess not," I say, biting back the retort I really want to give. God, how he annoys me. Just hang the fuck up already. "All right, well, I was just giving you an update," I say dismissively. "I'll let you go."
"All right." he says, obviously amused. "Good luck with that. You'll have to pray to the gods of Tuna Town if you ever want to hit it. She's something else, I tell ya."
I bite my tongue. Don't say anything, don't say anything, don't give him the satisfaction...
"Bye, Kai."
"Peace." He hangs up. I sigh loudly in relief and silently rejoice as my cell phone clicks and cuts off. But now what? Jesus Christ. Did she seriously leave me this way? What am I going to do? And with my pants at my ankles, no less! What the hell?
I lie here for a minute contemplating my situation. The key is on the dresser. I can see a glimpse of the silver from my spot on the bed. But how will I get to it? I scoot as close as I can to the headboard. Then I turn and, with my feet towards the headboard, I try to pull my pants up before giving up and snatching them off. They're getting in the way more than anything.
I put my feet on the floor and find that I can actually stand up despite being cuffed. Slowly, tortuously, I grab the middle of the headboard and begin tugging, willing the bed to slide across the floor. It's a slow process, and I curse the fact that I just had to have a king size bed. For fucking what, exactly? It's not like I'm sharing it with anybody.
And what the hell was I thinking buying this huge-ass bed frame? Who needs a headboard? A mattress on the floor would have worked just fine...
Pulling the bed is slow work due to my awkward angle. And it doesn't want to slide easily across the carpet. Then, when I'm halfway to the dresser, the corner of the bed hits the side wall and gets stuck. It won't budge another inch.
Fuck my life.
I'm breaking a huge sweat by the time I get it unstuck. I'm exhausted, both mentally and physically. And when I reach the dresser I discover my hands, entrapped by the cuffs, won't reach the tiny little key. I have to knock it down with my foot and it goes skidding beneath the bed.
Fuck my life.
I heave and shove and push until I get the bed moved far enough to retrieve the key. I can't reach it with my hands, so I face the daunting task of trying to pick it up with my feet. I feel fucking pathetic, sitting here in my underwear trying to toe a tiny key off the floor while chained to a bed. What has become of me?
But alas, I finally get it in my hands. I've never felt so fucking triumphant before.
I shove the key into the lock, freedom ringing in my ears, only to twist and... nothing. It turns and turns to no avail.
My heart hammers as I pull the key back out and examine it. There's a piece missing - an important piece. A fucking vital piece. A piece that's required if I ever want to get out of these damn handcuffs.
Missing. Gone.
Fuck. My. Life.
