A Revenge Gone Wrong. 18+

The perfect plan!

Tord's POV

I woke up with my hands tied unable to move. I was sitting in a chair in some sort of basement. The last thing I remembered was being knocked uncuntiouse while walking back to my apartment.
The guy wore some sort of blue jacket. Or sweater? It was a hodie. Tom. I knew he would want revenge after what I had done. I just knew it.
I decided to wait for him to see what he is planing but only for now.

Tom's POV

After tieing up tord I waited for him to wake up but go hungry and went to grab a sandwich. It was delicious. I went down to see if he was awake and he certainly was. He was also waiting for me.

No one's POV

"So what do you want?!" Tord started to growl at tom.
"Should I say revenge is a good word to pit it?" Tim instantly replied almost not letting tord finish his sentence.
"Oh let me guess. You are gonna throw me in to a deadly pit of snakes? Nah you are gonna throw me to outer space and make me meet your so caked space cats eh?"
"No wh-"
"No no no of course not! You are gonna try to harpoon me to death again like last time! Good luck with that as I survived much worse! Ha."
"How dare you insult the harpoon! And no I'm not gonna I have a better punishment for you (I haven't figured it out yet but I will soon)"

Tord's POV

I could tell I played with his anger on how he left the room on fustartion. Kinda funny don't you think? I started to feel kinda nauseous because of how tight the ropes were. They were too tight. I tried wigling out of them but that was a failure.
"*moans* AHHH MY FUCKING FOOT.
WHY ALWAYS THE FOOT?!"
I kept trying.
*yells* *moans* *groans*
The ropes were to tight. After a while I got my self into an uncomftable position. My face was just were it was but some home I ended up with my hands kinda in the early and me kneeling on the chair somehow :/.

Meanwhile

Tom's POV

Well this somehow working one side glass had proven to be useful. I can watch tord from here without him seeing me on the over side or realising that I'm watching. His groans and moans kinda made me uncomftable but at the same time they were pleasant to here. I have gotta give it to him that he can make quite an effect with those noises and looks. I started to realise that I was drooling while watching him.
"Ewe no stop it what is wrong with you tom?!" I scolded myself. That was just wrong.
"I still need to think of his punishment. He must suffer and I must enjoy it." I kept reminding myself but dirty thoughts of tord kept popping up. I couldn't handle it.
"JUST look a him. Struggling. Heheh. How he moans about his failure to escape these overly tight ropes." This one Idea popped in my mind. I tried to convince myself out of it but it was too late. I already went.
"I don't give a crap if this is wrong. But it fulfils my two wishes. So shouldn't I call it The Perfect plan?"