Her Wish, His Promise (Rewrite)

FIFTEEN

MINA POV

I catch my breath as I find my way to the garage, trying to collect myself. I wipe away my tears and sigh. As I walk down the hall I rush into Ricky’s bedroom and grab my few belongings that I have.

I scribble down a note and stick it to his nightstand. I throw my shit into my purse and grab one of his sets of keys from the drawer, tossing it in the purse as well. What the fuck am I doing? I don’t even know where to go. I refuse to step foot back in my own home due to the trauma that lives there now, I don’t have any friends and I have no family remotely close to me.

“Fuck,” I breathe out, pulling out my phone. My fingers quickly tap at the keyboard, clicking the contact I’m searching for when I find it. 

“Are you home?” I send the message, regret immediately building up within me. 

“Yes. Are you okay?” The contact quickly responds. 

“Talk soon. I’ll be at your door in less than an hour.” I shut my phone off. 

I quickly rifle through things, finding the car keys. I run out of Ricky’s house not even bothering to lock the front door. Unlocking the car, I throw my bags into the passenger's seat and take off, trying to get away from this place as quickly as possible. 

CHRIS POV

I’m left astounded by Mina’s text, the fact that she initiated contact makes my heart soar, but a pit quickly builds in my stomach as I realize that I have Cheyenne in the other room. I don’t need all of this to go to shit because Cheyenne is here or god forbid Mina finds her. I set my phone down and head into my office.

I go into my black room, quickly gathering some rope and a gag. I walk out and towards where Cheyenne is in the spare bedroom. She stares, wide-eyed at me as I walk in, a smirk on her lips.

“Miss me already?” She says.

“More like it’s time to play your favorite game.” I say, throwing the rope and gag onto the bed so she can see. “Be nice and quiet for Master while he handles business.” 

“But this game is so boring already.” She pouts, crawling across the bed and kneeling in front of me.

She runs her hands up my chest and wraps them around my neck, a look of disappointment on her face, “you don’t really want to shut me up, do you?”

I grab her forearms with one hand and collect the rope with the other, “try me.”

I pin her down on the mattress, and wrap the rope around her wrists, quickly knotting it in place so she can’t separate her arms from one another. I flip her onto her stomach and grab her by her ankles, dragging her to the edge of the bed. She kicks me in the stomach with her feet, causing me to temporarily lose my grip.

I slap her thigh harshly, the sharp sound ringing out as she finally freezes.

“Kick me again and I will fuck you up in ways you can’t imagine, Cheyenne.” I growl.

“Please do.” She mutters.

I ignore her for the moment and tie the rope around both her ankles, then alternate up each leg until she has a series of knots binding them together. I flip her back over onto her back and grab her by the hair, staring straight in her glaring eyes, “are you going to let me put the gag in or are we going to have to do this the hard way?”

She scowls at me, pursing her lips shut. I grab her by the jaw with my other hand, “I’ll give you to the count of three.”

She shakes her head, refusing to open her mouth like a petulant child as I count up to three. I grab a hold of her nipple, pinching tightly between my fingers. I watch her face contort from the pain, she bites her bottom lip, trying to keep it together.