Spellbound

Chapter 5

--Chapter 5--

(Ian)

I woke up once again tied to a chair. What was with people knocking me out and tying me to a chair? I mean sheesh, can't people have some decency? I looked around to get my surroundings. I was in a warehouse of sorts. A really empty warehouse. The light filtering through the really high windows left a sort of ethereal blanket on the empty room; otherworldly, not necessarily heavenly. Light footsteps sounded behind me and I tried to twist in my chair to see who was causing them. It was useless, however, as the ropes held me tight. I turned back around to stubbornly stare ahead, shocked to see the man and brunette woman from before. I didn't notice them approach.

"So would you like to know what your girlfriend did to you?" The man spoke, not stepping forward like before.

"How can I trust what you say? You knocked me out and kidnapped me?"  I snapped back, venomous hate brewing inside me at the man before me.

"Then trust what I say." Came the sultry voice from behind me. The blonde had leaned over to whisper in my ear, her hair tickling the back of my neck. My eyes flicked to watch her slowly circle me with one hand on my shoulder. She stopped in front of me and straddled my lap, draping her arms over my shoulders. I tried peering around her to look at the other two as well, but they were gone.

"My names Sam. Whats yours?" She whispered, her lips almost touching mine.

"Ian" I grunted, not willing to open up to her at all. But a girl had asked him his name, and he was obligated to reply.

"So Ian, do you know what happened to you?"

"No Sam I dont."

"Would you like to know baby?"

"No Sam I wouldn't."

Pain stung my face as she stood up and slapped me. She held her hand up as if to come back down for a back hand, rage burning in her eyes.

"Don't you dare mock me!" She screamed at me, leaving my ears ringing. Reaching into a back pocket of her short jeans, she pulled out an extendable razor knife. I cringed as she swung it at me, but it was only a show of domination. She retreated the blade and tucked it into her back pocket, leaving me to feel slightly relieved.

"Are you gonna behave or am I gonna have to make you?" She demanded, one hand poised to retrieve her blade again.

 "Ooo, kinky." I stated, smirking slightly.

"Your loss hun." She stated, falling back into a mien of sexual predator. Calmly she drew her knife and walked to my side. "And by that, I mean blood loss." She cut three slices into the underside of my forearm, drawing  my blood. She dabbed a cloth to it, and started transcribing a pentagram around me, encased by a circle, with my own blood. I grew faint, more from blood loss, that from fear. My head swam and my vision faded to black.