Aspiring

Sydney, Mikayla, and Lillian - Day 1

Some minutes later, (Tyler didn’t know how many or really care) a young girl with dark brown hair and braided pigtails came into the room. She was alone. Tyler knew she wasn’t Mikayla or that leader, Sydney. He watched her slowly come up to him. She looked scared...no, frightened...no, petrified...of him? He wasn’t entirely sure.

This had to be the “Lillian”. She looked harmless and rather...adorable. He wondered how old she was. She seemed to be young...maybe 17 or 18 at most.

She sat down on the edge of the bed, smoothing her sundress out. “Oh, what have they done to you, Marchy?”

He leaned his head back into the pillow. She reached a hand out and brushed his cheek, gently. Her hands were soft to the touch, almost like being caressed by a cloud. She ran the tips of her fingers over the edges of the adhesive and then dragged them across his trapped lips beneath.

“I’ve never touched a man before,” she whispered.

Her voice soothed Tyler, as he watched her carefully and closely. After a few moments of her “checking his face out” with her fingers, she slowly peeled the tape strands away.

“I’m sorry about this. I really am. But you look so hot tied up like this…” she trailed off, speechless at his helpless appearance.

She put the tape on the table and gradually removed the towel gag from him, placing it with the tape. He was in shock that he just stared at her, not speaking. He flinched and tensed up as she set her hand on his cheek once more.

“Oh, oh, you’re so scared. Mickey and Syd didn’t hurt you, did they?”

Tyler shook his head, unable to speak still. He watched as she reached to the side of her and took something out from something beside her. She held her hand up with a syringe-looking object. He immediately panicked, his eyes going wide open. It was all a facade! She was diabolical! She was just like Bernadette from the Big Bang Theory, sweet and innocent but tough as hell.

“Don’t worry, Tyler.”

She cradled his head, holding it still in her hands.

“Please, just let me go. I won’t tell anyone anything. I promise.”

Her hand slid up the side of his face and her index finger rested over his lips, silencing him. “Tyler, I don’t want to do this, but you do look so damn hot tied up like this. I’m just going to give you a little something to help with any pain that will ensue...okay?”

Tyler shook his head. “Please, please.” He begged her over and over, but she reached over, pinning him in a still pose and with a little muster of strength, jammed the needle of the syringe into his skin and pushed down on the tube. The liquid inside shot inside of him and he violently jerked against the tape, managing to rip the tape bonds.

He sat up, as she drew back. She jumped to her feet, as he sat up and went to release himself from the ropes holding his ankles. He didn’t get very far.

“MICKEY!!” Lillian screamed.

Not even more than a second later, the wicked middle girl bolted into the room and swung… his hockey stick over his head!? He fell back on the bed, blacking out at once. She pulled the knot of his left ankle tight once more. Then she stormed back out, as his eyes fluttered shut.  

Tyler finally blinked awake. He raised his head up and moaned, “What the hell?”

Lillian let one end of the silk (not “rope”) run through her hand. Her friends Mikayla and Sydney had locked her in the room with him, so that she could fulfill her desires. They said they would give her two hours, before they came back and carried out their plan for him. She knew what that was going to be. She was about to untie it so Tyler would never know, but suddenly he opened his eyes and blinked up at her.