Game On

Chapter 8: Talk

As I am stuck in the bed with Nick, I feel the lack of sleep turning my eyelids heavy, but I keep fighting it and somewhat succeed to not fall asleep. We've been in the room at least two hours, and 'American horror story' has started to bore me. Not that I liked it in the first place, and especially not when something terrifying happens on the screen and my whole body jumps out of surprise and fear, causing Nick to laugh at my silliness.

Fortunately, he hasn't done anything else than giving me sneers and dragging in my arm that's handcuffed to his, just to annoy me.

Just as that thought flies through my head, I feel my side being poked and I squirm, but the poking continues as Nick's fingers dance over my stomach - tickling me.

I scream in the tape that's in front of my mouth, and Nick chuckles but doesn't stop tickle me. I kick with my legs, trying to hit him, but he then straddles himself over me.

Tears start to fill my eyes, not of pain, but because of how hard I am trying not to laugh. For the record, I fail. Hard.

When Nick finally decides to pull away, I think I'm on the line of blacking out because of lack of oxygen. I suddenly realize that tickling someone basically is the same as torture if you're in the same position as me. The thing I want most of all is to get out of here and the thing I want the least is being tied up, unable to move, close to Nick and being tickled. I think I start to prefer being beaten in front of this, at least I wouldn't smile then.

I scream for Nick to get off of me because he is still sitting straddled over me, but all that comes out is a muffled sound and Nick tilts his head and looks at me.

"You said something?"

Again, a muffled sound is the only thing that comes out, but this time, it is probably for the best with thought about the long list of cursing words I'm lining up.

"Ah", Nick exclaims as if he suddenly understands, "you want me to kiss you!"

My eyes widen and I start to shake my head repeatedly as Nick leans in closer.

Since my mouth is taped, which I actually am glad for at this moment, he pecks my nose and starts kissing my jaw sculpture.

Surprisingly enough, he backs off as I make a whimpering sound and I would've breathed out through my mouth if I could.

"Now", he speaks, "this isn't really a punishment, nothing compared to what it will be later on if you disobey, and I really hope you get it now. You're here, you're mine and you're not going anywhere. This special punishment, if you even can call it that, is just a one time only. Now, I will remove the tape from your mouth if you promise to talk to me? Okay?" His dark eyes are looking at me with an almost pleading expression, and I nod my head in response.

He reaches out his hand, the one that's not handcuffed to mine, and takes a firm grip around one of the corners of the tape. The following move makes me scream out in pain. He quickly rips it off with no mercy, and I automatically reaches my hands towards my face only to find them being yanked back.

"Son of a--", I yell but he cuts me off with a warning tone.

"Language!"

With that word, I shut my mouth and leans my head against the pillow behind me.

"Will you please get off me?", I ask as I try my best to keep the hate, disgust and fear out of my voice.

Nick seems to consider it for a few seconds until he finally gives in and rolls of off me and instead lies beside me.

"Now, talk", he commands and I frown as I look up at the ceiling.

"About what?" From the corner of my eyes, I can see him tilting his head my way and I look away as I meet his gaze.