I looked over at Dan, his eyes were transfixed on the TV. Mary Berry was giving a Bake Off contestant a disapproving look as she tasted their failed tiramasou. "Dammit!" Dan moaned. "I bet she goes out today." I recognised the girls face as Dan's favourite contestant. He rolled off the couch and went to the door. "Do you want a drink Phil?"
"Ribeana please, Dan." I smiled. He nodded and went to the kitchen. I turned my attention to the show, where Sue Perkins was trying to console the tiramasou girl. After a few minutes I began to wonder what was taking Dan so long, after all it was only Ribeana; you only have to pour it into a glass. I got up off the sofa and went to see if he was okay.
I entered the kitchen but he wasn't there. However on the counter, there was a glass filled with the purple beverage. I took the drink and had a sip, it tasted slightly sour, like it was expired. I carried on drinking it anyway, I was quite thirsty. My head began to swim, perhaps I shouldn't have drank out of date juice. My legs became weak and my knees started to buckle. What was wrong with me? I toppled forwards and hit the tiled flooring face first.
I was being moved, my eyes fluttered open and I looked around. I was in the hallway, being dragged along the carpet near our bedrooms. I squinted at the light, through my half open eyes I saw a pair of tan arms pulling me. I closed my eyes again.
When my eyes finally reopened, I appeared to be sitting upright in one of our colourful dining chairs. The yellowish-green one. I was in Dan's room. I tried to stand up, but failed instantly. My feet were bound to the chair leg and my arms were tied behind me. "Shit." I cursed.
"Language Philly, language!" I heard Dan sneer, his voice was sinister.
"Dan! What the hell is this?" I asked, clearly in panic mode. Dan walked towards me and placed his warm hand on my cheek.
"Oh Phil, sweet Phil. I thought you'd have guessed it already. But you always have been so damn innocent and pure, like a... like a squareflake." Dan's touch suddenly felt threatening and cold, his eyes were no longer the warm chocolate pools I remembered them to be, but dark soulless pits. Dan suddenly crashed his lips into mine, I tried to push away but something inside me wanted more. Dan was the first to pull away.
"Dan...I-" I stammered.
"Shhh." He put his finger against my lips. "Don't say anything."
"Okay," I nodded. Dan proceeded to kiss me passionately, his hands roamed around my torso and snaked around my neck. His hands left me for a few seconds as if he was reaching behind me, I felt them reappear as he tugged on a chunk of my hair. Snip! I heard. My eyes widened as he pulled his hands away, one holding a pair of black scissors, and the other holding a thick clump of my dark hair.
"What the fuck, Dan?" I yelled, trying to jump at him, almost forgetting I was tied to a dining chair.
"C'mon Philly, don't you want to?"
"No! Dan, what hell is wrong with you?" I practically screamed. "Thanks to you I have a massive bald patch!"
Dan looked at me, his eyes were big and shiny. "I think it makes you look sexy." He began to walk over to me, snapping the scissors as he came. Something about the way he walked made me want him, he looked so intense and so damn hot. He seemed to notice that I was excited as he glanced down at my crotch and grinned, his perfect, white teeth on full show. "Open wide Philly!" He coed. I did as I was told. Dan held the blade on the scissors and rammed them to the back of my throat. My gag reflexes sprung into action as I proceed to choke and retch as Dan untied my arms and legs. Once I was free, I removed the utensil from my mouth and threw it down on the floor. Dan came up behind me and began to remove my shirt, I unbuttoned my jeans and turned to Dan, who pulled them down the rest of the way. I began to undo his shirt, but he simply ripped through it. Dan rapidly pulled off his trousers and pushed me down onto his bed. I turned me over and tugged my boxers to just above my knees. I turned around slightly to see that he was placing the scissors next to him. Without warning, Dan stabbed into me with his large manhood, I winced in pain and clutched at his bed sheets. I let out a short cry as he began thrusting in and out of me. Dan grabbed my erection and the scissors, he shoved them into my hole as he continued to move in and out of me, I shrieked at the unholy agony I was in.
When he finished hed, he collapsed on top of me and whispered in my ear, "Don't cry... Craft."
