People who drug their victims are weak

I remembered that quote today after hearing it on a TV programme or movie and I instantly thought of Linda (Weird I know) because it's no way related to Waterloo road (except the character) What I mean is...She didn't drug him so why did I think of Linda. Anyway I also heard

Let me tell you something about crazy people,
the sex is unbelievable

From "Castle" Series 5 episode 22 which was on last night and I thought of this story. It's going to be very...very dirty.

Linda kidnaps and keeps Michael in the basement and uses him for sex and for her own personal gain.

(Told you it was going to be very, very dirty)

You'll need to read the rest to find out what happens but I'll leave you here by saying...I hope you enjoy

I look down at the man who's tied to the chair in front of me. His head begin to shake as he began to figure out where he is.

I lift my head and force my eyes open. It's dark and can't recognise anything, but then my eyes start to adjust. It's still dark, but I begin to make out shapes. I hear breathing behind me and I wonder how I got here. I close my eyes and start to remember fragments of last night.

I bring a beer and a gin and tonic back to the table and place them both in front of the beautiful women that I had been talking to over the internet. She was wearing a floaty pink vest, dark jeans and white ballerina flats. Her dark chocolate curled hair was gently flowing over her shoulders. Her eyes and her smile lit up the room as we began talking and I felt that she had known me for years.

I shake my head again, trying to get over this dastardly hangover. I pulled my arms up but they wouldn't move, it was like they were restrained.

"You look so hot when you're vulnerable."

A voice whispered from behind me. I felt like I recognised it but I couldn't place where from. I tried to pull my arms up but it only resulted in whatever was tying my wrists together behind the chair getting tighter.

The noise of her heels resounded around the room as she walked round and knelt in front of me.

I now recognised that my capturer was a woman but when she looked up it frightened me even more. I tried to speak but the piece of material that was tied round my mouth just muffled my speech.

"I'll take it off but you've got to promise me you won't shout. If you do it goes straight back on." I nodded. The only sign I could give her to promise her and get this awful piece of material away so that I could breath.

"Why did you do this? I thought I knew you, I guess I really don't"

"Oh no Michael you know me, you know me really well...maybe better than you hoped." I looked at her dumbfounded. What did she mean? I then saw her hand go up to her head and pull at her hair, except it wasn't her hair, it was a wig. She threw it to the floor and shook her hair. All I could see was blonde of her hair as it smacked me in the face.

"You...you." Was all I could whisper.

She ran her hand up my leg to my thigh.

"What the FUCK are you doing, GET OFF ME." I screamed. Without warning and in a flash she had stood up, slapped me across the face and tied the bandana back around my mouth.

"I warned you." She growled at me. Her hand then went down her leg and from her dress pocket she quickly whipped out another piece of material. I took a sharp, and what I thought was quiet, breath in. But unfortunately she noticed.

"No need to be scared." She cooed.

She placed her hand on my thigh and it ran upwards across the front of my chest and down my back. I could feel her breath against my neck, as the piece of material she was holding went around my eyes.

I couldn't see anything. Everything had now gone very dark. I couldn't make out any shapes, like I had before, and my body had also went very tense.

She placed a quick kiss on my cheek and started to walk away. I wondered where she had went but when I heard her footsteps quieten and the door slam, I knew that she had left me here in the dark, on my own to fend against whatever I was going to face.