Unbound (On Hold)

4. Kira

Ughh! Not again someone is pounding on the door soo loudly my head has started ringing with a headache, I open my eyes trying to move but I somehow I'm stuck to the bed eyes snapping open my eyes I try to make sense of what was happening. My gaze travels up to my arms to find it fucking cuffed to the headrest. What the actual fuck! Who the fuck! If this is some sick prank Marco played he is in deep shit. I glare at the cuffs again, completely awake now they are from my closet, no shit.

"Kira open the damn door." It is Marco's voice. And I did not fucking lock the door.

"Do me a favour, just break the fucking door please." I yell at him and after 5 seconds the door falls inside a room with a deafening thud with Marco looking like a crazed animal coming inside and examining me from head to toe, gaze narrowing on my cuffed hands making him frown.

"Such a kinky girl." He says while inching closer. I glare at him to which he just shrugs. If it were anyone else they will be dead as soon as I am out of the cuffs.

"Shut the fuck up and just open them." I snap at him but he just rolls his eyes and starts  looking for the keys on the bedside table but they are not there of course they aren't. These are definitely a pair from my drawers so the keys would be there only though I can't tell him to fetch them from there.

"Shoot them open." I say and he raises a brow at me.

"Where are the keys?" He asks incredulously. Why can't he just comply?

"I don't know." I'm literally shouting from the frustration.

He takes out his gun and shoots the cuffs, finally my hands are free. Standing up I take a look at my wrists with purple bruise lines on both of them, I get up and suddenly a jolt of potent current goes down my left thigh, a sharp needle like sensation on my pelvis making me whimper from the pain it delivers. Ignoring it I go straight to the closet taking out the keys I unlock them freeing my hands.

"Care to tell me what happened Kira. Cause you sure as hell was not having any sex yesterday." Marco being the nonchalant man he is just starts blabbering.  I look up at him contemplating my response cause I don't remember anything from last night, all I know is that I screwed up Mr Pedo and sure as fuck didn't have sex with anyone. Something's wrong. I always have this weird vibe going around in my room in the night and today I was in handcuffs. And surprisingly I slept through whatever happened with me.

"I swear to fucking god Marco, I have no idea what happened. I called you in and then I came up and it's just I don't know." He was as confused as I was his face had his signature frown decorated on it.

"So what you're trying to tell me is that someone out of nowhere came inside your room in the middle of the night and tied you up. Just like that." He said sarcasm dripping from his voice, he is annoying me. So ignoring him I just pass him up and make my way towards the bathroom. He is looking at me expecting me to say something but I don't know what to.

"Yeah sort of, what do expect me to say?" I mutter in an irritated tone.