Fire Cracker

Waking Up to a Dragon.

SUNNAH'S POV:

A pound headache coursed through my temple, and I let out a soft wince as I tried reaching up a hand to massage the pain away.
As I became more aware of my surroundings, I realised my hands were locked in cuffs.
A ball gag was in my mouth, causing my mouth to salvation and droop to drip down my chin and in-between the valley of my breasts.
I was layed out on a bed with my hands cuffed above me, locking me to the headboard and my ankles tied together, binding me to the bottom of the bed.

My jaw soured with pain as my mouth was forcefully held open.
The soft mattress bellow me soothed the stiffness of my spine, and I started to take a closer look at my surroundings.

The room was lavishly covered in pinks and reds with roses sitting on the table top next to me. A TV hung at the foot of the bed, and floral designs were pasted across the cream coloured walls. My eyes widened as different chains were hung around the room. A bathroom door was hung open, introducing a small, pearl coloured sink. A large Hollywood mirror was planted pliant against the wall with plant pots sitting idle.

My eyes widened, and  I tried tugging on my restraints, biting into the gag when pain flowed through my veins, and I closed my eyes, trying not to let out a sound.

I listened out for any sounds as footsteps approached the room.

My eyes widened as the same man I saw that day stood in front of me.

A smirk played on his lips, and he sat next to me on the bed.

"I'm glad you're finally awake. How was your rest,baby?"

I stuck my middle finger up at him, unable to answer, and he tutted.

"So fiesty for what?"

His hand came over to my face to tuck a strand behind my ear, and I sent daggers towards him, alerting him of my annoyance.

He came forward and unclasped the gag from my head before cleanly  lifting it off my head in one move.

"Fuck you, bastard. Let me fucking go or I will chop off ur dick and shove it down ur throat till it comes out your ass."

He smirked at my words before leaning close to me.

"If you wanted to suck my dick you could just say so?"

I rolled my eyes.

"You know nothing about me or what I want."

His smile grew, and he stood up, pacing up and down in front of my bed with his hands behind his back.

"Your name is Sunnah Ali. You were orphaned at the age of 5. Parents unknown. All local authorities know that you're a mix of pakistani and  english. You spent your life in and out of public schools due to your fiesty behaviour towards pupils and teaching staff. At the age of 16, you moved out l of your Foster home and moved into your apartment, which you still live in to this day. You were working as a waitress before you saved up enough money to buy your salon in which catches us up to today. Still think I don't know you?"

My mouth hung open, and my eyes were wide. He stood at the foot of the bed, his veins popping out his meaty arms as he propped himself up on his hands.

"What are you a psychopath?"

"Some call me that. Others call me a dragon. Quite childish if you ask me."

I rolled my eyes.

"Listen, you imbecile. I don't know the fuck you want from me but if you want to kill me then I suggest you do it now before I claw your fucking head off."

He let out a deep chuckle.

"Kill you? No, no, no. I want to marry you. I need an heir for my mafia throne, and I've taken a rather good liking to you."

My eyes widened.

"And what makes you think I would ever marry a bastard like you."

He leans in, his spicy cologne wafting through my nose.

"Because baby. Either you willingly walk down that aisle, or I will out a fucking collar around you and drag you down that aisle."

"Fuck you."

"I plan to ,baby."

He slides a collar around my neck while I try my best to remove his grip around me. He easily overpowers me and claps it tight while winking at me and walking off.

I have to get the fuck out of here.