Adorably Abducted ✧ Sparklington/SyndiSparklez

Only Beginning

"WAKE UP!" James screamed.

My arms hung from the bedframe, rough rope burning my healing flesh.

James stalked around the room, staring at me as if I was prey and he was my predator.

Trashing my body around, I tried my best to loosen the rope holding me in place. It was no use. I messed up.

"Oh Jordy... You remember that time I told you punishments can get worse?"

I swallowed the gathering saliva in my throat.

"I never thought you'd deserve those punishments... But now, oh... Now you do," James hissed, inching closer to my helpless body.

I bit down on my tounge, trying not to say a word. If I speak, I'll only make things worse.

"So Jordy, it's time we've had a little chat," James said, tightening the rope around my wrists.

"Please James," I whimpered.

"What's that?"

"It burns," I cried, trying to pull my arm away from his grasp.

"You think that burns? Oh, Jordy, we're only beginning..." James cooed, leaving the bedroom.

My heart raced, I felt like I could pass out at any second.

"You better not be falling asleep in there," James called out from the hallway. "You pass out one more time, you're little Tom is going to be hearing from me."

Tom.

"What are you going to do?" I croaked out.

James entered the bedroom once again.

"Nothing, if you promise not to pass out. If you do," a wicked smile crept across James' face. "I'll have to kill him."

"You're not going to lay a finger on Tom," I spat.

"We'll see about that," James whispered, a timer going off in the kitchen. "It's ready."

Stay awake.

"So Jordy, would you like it fast and painful, or slow and torturous?" James snickered.

I watched as he held up a butcher's knife, his hand covered in a heat-resistant glove.

"I-I..."

"Slow and torturous, good choice," James winked at me, sitting beside me on the comforter.

My bare chest rose with each shaky breath I took. My jeans were still covered with the dirt from the path outside.

I finally got a good look at James' face, now that he was this close to me.

His face was stained with his own blood, a large bruise forming on the bridge of his nose. Puffy bags surrounded his swollen eyes. Gauze covered the arm I had stabbed, crimson blood seeping through.

I didn't give up easy then, and I'm not giving up easy now.

"The rope burns, you said?" James asked, lightly touching my bindings with his free hand.

"Yes."

"You've never been burnt before, have you?" James asked, pushing the blade of the knife against my chest.

My skin tingled, stung, it stung like no other. Eyes flooding with tears, I yelped out for mercy as my skin boiled. James finally pulled the blade away, revealing a bright red mark forming on my tender flesh.

"Does the rope hurt, still?" James whispered in my ear, his warm breath tickling my neck.

"Don't hurt him, James," I mumbled, my vision blurring.

"We have a deal Jordan... Hold up your end of the bargin," James cooed into my neck, nibbling at my collarbone.

"You're s-sadistic..." I gasped out, tears rolling down my cheeks.

"I know, great, isn't it... Fills me with such a rush," James murmured, sinking his teeth into my shoulder.

"Get off.. Of me!" I demanded, struggling to keep my eyes open.

James actually listened to my request, lifting himself away from my body.

Twirling the knife in his gloved fingers, he sat to the left of me.

"You gave me quite the mark here, Jordy..." James mumbled, shifting his bandaged arm. "I really admire your use of the key... I'm going to have to go to the doctor for this... Impressive, really. Didn't think you had it in you."

Biting down on my lower lip, I tilted my head toward the ceiling. I don't want to think right now. I don't want to hear right now, I don't want to speak, breathe, I don't want to exist right now.

"I thought, how cute would it be if we had matching scars?" James squealed, lightly brushing the scalding blade against my bicep.

Clenching my eyes together, I tried my hardest to adapt to the burning heat. Nothing helped.

"No sleeping, Jordy... You know what'll happen," James laughed, digging the knife into my flesh.

Screaming in the still air, I sobbed as James dragged the broiling blade down my forearm, stopping at my wrists.

"We'll let that heal on it's own..." James muttered, lifting himself away from the bed. "When I come back in here, you better be wide awake. Tom's life depends on it, Jordy."

"Your threats mean nothing," I hissed through gritted teeth, biting back the pain.

"Oh Jordy, I don't make threats. I make promises."