Title: Bound (1 / 1)

Author: se7ensecrets

Fandom: True Blood

Pairing: Pam / "Mystery Character" (Revealed at end)

Rating: R

Spoilers: Season 3 spoilers.

Summary: Pam is held captive by someone with devious intentions.

Warnings: Slight bondage.

Author's Note: Yes, I did spend hours minutes thinking of the title.

This is a one shot, so don't expect more. It was something I started writing a month ago as one thing, and then it took a complete 180 when I picked it back up again lol. It's just a little ditty of a thing, but I hope you enjoy, as always.


Pam rolls her neck from one side to the other, opening her eyes to see the concrete ceiling above her. It was dim in the cold, slightly damp cellar. Her arms are bound behind her at her wrists. She flexes her them a bit, straining against the rough rope that is securely keeping her in place on the wooden chair.

She throws her head forward and shifts her gaze to her lower half, taking in her bound thighs that are tightly closed together. She tries to shift but can't, her ankles are secured as well.

She groans at the soreness that she feels in her backside from sitting on the hard surfaced chair for so long, when she hears a door open and close. The faint sound of heels clicking slowly on the floor are heard, getting louder as the figure approaches.

Pam sees a shadow appear over her aching form, when suddenly her face is jerked upward by her chin to look into the eyes of her acquaintance. They're blue like her own, striking in their own unique way. They stare intensely into Pam's with a look of demand. Demanding Pams submission, her body, her mind, for they are no longer hers to possess, but those of the blue eyed figure that towered above her.

"Have you changed your mind?"

Pam wetted her lips, delaying her response. She'd had a whole hour to think it over. Granted it was also an hour of discomfort, sexual frustration, and guilt. Every minute that passed she silently regretted disobeying. But now that it was over it felt worth it. To be stuck in limbo only to be lifted up again. It was a great relief.

The blue eyed figure tightened her grip on Pam's chin.

"I don't like to be kept waiting, Pamela," she said sternly, her impatience showing. She narrowed her black lined eyes.

Pam's eyebrow shot up at her name being verbalized.

"We're on a first name basis now, are we?"

The unrestricted woman jerked Pam's head to to one side, leaning into her ear,

"I took the time to look you up, Ms. De Beaufort," she whispered. She could see Pam roll her eyes weakly and snapped her head back to face her.

"None of that. Maybe I should come back later?" Adverting her gaze to Pam's exposed chest, she traces a finger down the valley between her breasts teasingly, knowing how needy she is right now. "Would that be a better time for you?"

Pam quickly shook her head the best she could with it being still tightly grasped between cold fingers. That would most certainly not be a better time. She started to wiggle her hips, trying to create any sort of friction that she could. This situation was starting to become maddening, but she couldn't lose her composure, no matter how desperate she was.

"Or better yet, maybe I should call up the AVL and inform them that we've found very viable evidence that shows Mr. Northman was indeed the one behind the Magisters death?"

Her captor smiled, reveling in the look of panic in her subjects eyes.

"I didn't think so. Are you ready to be a good little girl now?" She cooed.

Defeated, Pam lowers her eyes, not able to look into the icy blue of her opponents any longer.

"Yes, Nan."