Temporary Fix | 18+

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My limbs felt heavy, and I squeezed my eyes shut tighter to help myself wake up a bit better. I was in bed, but for some reason, I couldn't remember ever getting home from my meeting with Antony.

As I blinked a few times and the unfamiliar room came into view, the memory of the night came back in chunky blocks and forced me to sit up quickly. My hand flew to my neck, feeling the slight sting lingering, confirming that something had happened.

When I swung my feet off the bed, the rattling of a chain pulled my attention to the floor and I couldn't help the slight panic I started to feel, realizing that there was a chain around my ankle. A chain that was bolted firmly to the floor.

"What the fuck..." I pulled my foot up, inspecting the metal and when I realized that there was a slot for a key, it solidified the fact that I was trapped.

I moved from the bed, standing to walk around for as far as I was able. The length of the chain gave me pretty free mobility, but fell short when I tried to reach for the door. The length finished about three feet from the door and I knew it was deliberate.

That made me move in another direction as I took in the room. It was plain, a simple twin bed pushed against the far wall, with a small side table and no other furniture save the dingy rocking chair in another corner. There were no windows, and I took in the fact with a gulp, knowing it limited my chances of ever finding out where I was.

I couldn't panic, it would do me no good, but when I heard the soft echos of footsteps coming down what sounded like a hallway, my hesitant footsteps brought me backwards. My eyes started darting around the room, back to the bed before I stumbled over to the nightstand looking if there was anything I could turn into a weapon.

Both drawers were locked and for lack of better option, I grabbed the thin pillow that was stationed on the bed and brought it in front of me as my only form of shield.

My calves hit the bed frame when I took one final step back, and I listened keenly to the sound of a key being pushed into the lock. The handle started rattling and when the door finally swung open my panicked expression changed to one of pure confusion. "Tom?"

The man stepped into the room, a small food tray in hand, and closed the door behind him. "It's Ted." Tomato potato.

"What's going on?" I didn't have time for the chitchat. I needed to know why I was chained to a bed that was literally bolted to the floor and why I was even brought wherever the fuck I was, in the first place.

He moved across the room, placing the tray with what looked like a sandwich and a bottle of lemonade before he moved back. I at least would've took some Chick-Fil-A.

I quieted my thoughts. Though my fear level had lowered seeing a familiar face, my anxiety level raised drastically. There was no time for jokes, but admittedly, I was hungry. I hadn't even finished my fruits. Niccolò.

I wondered where he was and what he was doing. Had he even realized I hadn't returned? Probably not. Though I felt like I had a lot of sexual chemistry with the man, it didn't change the fact that he wasn't one for opening up.

The information in the packet was more than I'd ever been able to find. Other than the fact that he loved his sister and it had been implied that his mother died, I knew nothing personal about the man. Knowing his body was one thing, but I realized in the worst moment that I didn't know his mind or what was going through it.

"You should eat."

My eyes focused in on Ted. His hands had slipped into his pockets and I took in the pale man with the buzzcut with a scowl on my face. "Why the hell am I chained to a fucking bed Ted?"