A Carlisle love story

Wakey wakey

I woke up to my head in pain, I felt like I had just woken up from a bad nightmare. I look at my clothes it's still on, good. The place I was in was just barely lit up and I was chained against a chair. "You're awake" and there he was, Carlisle Cullen, approaching me and wiping his hands off "what do you want from me" tears slither down my face and unto my neck "everything my love" he smirked and raised my chin.

Amusing..

I laughed "what are you gonna do to me? I can handle it" I smiled brightly, I loved this kind of stuff, getting kidnapped by handsome men was my fantasy, though I realized it would never happen so I decided that I would kidnap men myself. "You're not scared?" He carcasses me, I loved it when he touched my face all the to my tits then my belly.

"I'm terrified" but I loved it so much, not knowing what was going to happen next, I love it so fucking much "is that so" he took a step back and grabbed a knife off the table. I giggled as he walked back over to me. He started from the bottom of my tight dress to the top as he cut through it, it cut my skin a few times but I enjoyed it. I was only in a bra and panties at this point.

I bit my lips and he stared at me whole, I wanted him, this man I don't even know. "Please". I flung my head in frustration, he was too slow, he was boring, and I hate boring . "Ah you get excited too easily Ophelia, relax" I was devastated, I wanted him to use me and abuse me, choke and slap me. But all I got was an old sack of shit "then let me go, you're boring" I roll my eyes and try to undo myself to the chair.

"I had other interns.." I stopped what I was doing and looked up at him again. "Two in five years, I brought them here and well..." did he kill them? "They weren't like you though, but can you blame them? They were scared, screamed at me and bit me" well if you're gonna kidnap just anybody that'll happen sir "well no wonder, if a normal person were to get kidnapped they'd be scared, probably call the police." He played with his knife as he looked at me, a bright idea came into his sexy head "let's play a game? Shall we?" I didn't know what I was getting myself into but I might as well try.

He unchained me and I stood up, he tore off a piece of his shirt to stop my bleeding. "Now, there's a phone in here somewhere, if you can find it, you can leave. But if I find you first" he stopped his sentence and cupped my cheek "you'll find out" somehow he just disappeared, like the flash. I decided to play his little game, but not to the extent he wanted...

I wanted to be caught