The Impossible

Chapter 2

The next morning, the redhead woke up to a huge headache. Groaning lightly, she went to move her hand to the back of her head, but was stopped by the feel of something stopping her from doing so. Opening her eyes slowly, she tilted her head back. Gasping as her eyes widened, she saw that her wrist was tied to the bed. Trying to move the rest of her body, she felt that she was restricted movement there as well. As tears filled her eyes, she couldn't help that her heart was starting to race like crazy.

"Most women love to be tied to a bed." Said a deep voice. Jumping in her spot, she lifted her head to look at the man who's bed she was tied to. The man was shirtless, showing off his muscular chest. Luckily for her, he had his pants on.

"I take it that you don't like it." The man muttered to himself, walking closer to her. Flinching back, she started to struggle, but couldn't move. When he stopped next to where she was tied, his hand went to her stomach and gently rested there. She was surprised on how gentle he was being, but he still scared her. He was intimidating, and his brown eyes showed nothing but coldness and evilness. It scared the hell out of her, making her heart rate pick up even more.

"Don't fucking touch me!" Was the first thing that came out of her mouth. She was a little surprised on how loud her voice came out as, and it made her headache worse. But, right when she screamed, she regretted it. Now he looked pissed. Then she saw his hand come back before making contact with her face, making her head snap to the side. A cry of pain escaped her lips.

"Don't you dare talk to me like that, pup!" He yelled, getting right up in her face, making her shrink back. Smirking coldly, he stood up straight again before he started to untie her hands. After he untied her hands, he moved to the end of the bed and untied her feet. Sitting up quickly-making her dizzy-she quickly moved to the opposite side of the bed so then he wouldn't be somewhat near her.

Wait, did he call me 'pup'? She thought confused as she lightly frowned at him. Then she got off of the bed, moving to the corner of the room, being as cautious of him as ever. The redhead noticed how he watched her like she was a piece of good looking meat and that made her shiver in fear.

"Name." Was the only thing he said after a few moments. For a moment, the woman didn't understand before she realized what he meant. Afraid to use her voice again, she stayed silent, the only sound she now heard besides his breathing was her heart pumping like a hummingbird. Then a loud growl filled the room making her flinch back.

"M-Melissa J-Jacobson." Melissa stuttered fearfully, watching as he walked to the other side of the bed and right towards her. Then her body just froze. Her body was completely frozen-she couldn't move or think. That's when a thought came to mind. Kick his ass when he gets close enough! Was the thought...but it wasn't her voice. It was the voice she had been hearing for years. However, she kept her body frozen, lightly flinching when he lightly growled at her. Even though she didn't understand why or how he was making that animalistic sound, she didn't want to know.

"Nice to meet you, Melissa. I'm Steven." He replied, his voice kind of deep, but also sounding a little husky. It made her wonder if he was the slightest bit...aroused by her fear. Once again, not wanting to know, she looked away from him, hoping it would set off a reaction.

"Look at me." Steven growled out, not liking that she looked away from him. When she continued to not look at him, it annoyed him even more. "LOOK AT ME, PUP!" He roared, making her jump and look up at him, starting to shake. He smirked at her reaction and got close enough for her to hit him. "Good girl." He purred softly, stepping closer.

Noticing how much closer he got, Melissa waited for him to get closer so then she could punch him in the throat. Or try to anyhow. As she watched him get closer, she wondered if she would have the ability to leave without getting caught. However, she didn't think twice about it when he was close enough. Bringing her right fist back quickly, she threw it forward and hit him in the throat with as much strength as she could muster.