VPOV

Violet didn't know how long she lay on the bed with Tate's arms around her, but she could tell with Tate's even breathing he was asleep. She felt silent tears roll down her face as she stared at the wall. The feeling of Tate's body spooning her was oddly comforting, considering her current status as his captive, but as tired as she was, she couldn't fall asleep. What happened to him? Violet wondered. Why is he doing this to me?

Violet turned her body so she could look at Tate as he slept, and not surprisingly, Tate's arms tightened around her at her first movement, but he settled down when she stopped moving.

Violet stared at his face and noticed how boyish and innocent Tate looked while in sleep. During the day, there was an edge and an almost menacing look on Tate's face when he looked at her. She noticed how long and thick his eyelashes were as they kissed his cheeks. Her gaze then traced the curve of his lips and she remembered that he had dimples when he smiled. Violet remembered the butterflies that would flutter in her stomach every time that smile was directed her way. Of course it had been seven years since he last smiled at her.

Earlier in the evening, when Tate was taking care of her wrist, Violet recalled the sweet boy she had a crush on so long ago. She knew that her current situation shouldn't have evoked any tender feelings for her captor, but in her heart, she knew that the sweet boy she used to know was still there, somewhere in this new and older version of Tate.

What happened to us? Violet wondered, not for the first time. She never understood why Tate stopped talking to her. She figured it was because they stopped going to the same school when Tate went into 7th grade, and she was in 6th grade still at the elementary school. Violet remembered it happened pretty abruptly and she was really hurt by it all. Her parents convinced her it was for the best that she and Tate didn't play together anymore, and by the time she made it to 7th grade, Tate's indifference to her didn't bother her so much. Well, mostly.

Violet felt her tears dry on her cheeks and as much as she wanted to sleep, she forced herself to think of what her next move should be. She wanted to escape, but deep down, way deep, deep down, she felt a little thrill at the idea of being with Tate in whatever twisted thing he was doing. Stop it! Whatever it is he's doing is obviously illegal! Violet scolded herself. Then again, she had always been attracted to the dark side of life.

Violet listened again to Tate's breathing. He seemed to be in deep sleep. Now's my chance! Violet thought. Violet looked down at their tied hands and studied the knot on her end. Maybe if I'm patient and move slow, I'll be able to untie my wrist. She slowly moved her free hand down to rest on top of her tied wrist, and quickly glanced at Tate's face to make sure he was still asleep. So far, so good. Violet gently started plucking at the knot, careful not to make any sudden movements.

Violet worked on the knot for what felt like an hour, but was actually only 3 minutes, when Tate shifted his body slightly on top of her, trapping her hands between their bodies. Violet panicked thinking Tate had awakened, so she held herself completely still. Tate's face was now pressed against the crook of her neck and shoulder, his free arm was across her chest, and one of his legs was thrown over one of her legs, so that she was practically straddling his thigh. Tate didn't move, but she couldn't tell if he was awake or asleep. She continued to lay still and she tried to steady her breathing, trying to pretend she was asleep just in case Tate was awake.

Suddenly, she felt his head move closer to her, and she gasped when she felt him slowly place wet, open-mouth kisses along the column of her neck. His free hand moved up to hold her head still as he kissed along her jaw line and made his way to the other side of her neck. Violet closed her eyes as the sensations Tate's kisses were creating spread over her body like wildfire. Violet gasped again as Tate sucked on a particularly sensitive spot below her ear, and she tightened her legs around Tate's thigh.

"Tate . . ." Violet softly moaned.

Tate brought his hand down to the hem of her shirt, and lifted it up. His hand then slowly crept up her stomach, traced along her ribs, before pushing up the cups of her bra to expose her tits. The cool air hit her, and the sensual haze clouding Violet's brain slightly dissipated. Violet tried to bring her hands up to cover herself, but she forgot that one of her hands was tied to Tate, and he easily brushed her hands aside and replaced them with his own hands.

Violet opened her eyes to look at Tate, and she found him staring at her. His eyes looked completely black in the darkness of the room, but somehow she didn't find his gaze threatening. They stared at each other for a couple of seconds, with his hands still on her tits, when Violet felt a sharp twinge of pleasure shoot from her tits down to her pussy when Tate rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Violet closed her eyes and cried out Tate's name again as he continued to play with her

Tate shifted his body again so that he was completely on top of her and between her legs. He then brought his head down and licked around one of her nipples before pulling it into his hot mouth. Violet brought her hands up and threaded her fingers through Tate's hair as he sucked on her. Tate began slowly grinding himself between her thighs, and Violet started panting harshly. Her hips moved along with Tate's, bringing her closer and closer to her orgasm.

Violet was still a virgin, and even though she had been to 3rd base plenty of times with her last boyfriend, he had never made her feel the way Tate was making her feel. She and Tate had never even held hands, much less kissed each other. Maybe it was the unexpectedness that Tate was the one doing this to her when she never in her wildest dreams thought Tate was interested in her sexually. Whatever the reason, she didn't want Tate to stop.

Violet brought her free hand between their bodies and touched his cock through his jeans. Tate stopped what he was doing and looked at her. He was also breathing harshly and Violet could practically hear the fast pounding of his heart.

"I want to," Violet whispered and boldly gripped as much of Tate's hard cock as she could.

Tate stared at her intently for a few seconds, and then suddenly he rolled off of her and threw his free arm over his eyes.

"Fuck!" Tate growled and punched the bed with the hand that was tied to her wrist causing her hand to hit the bed as well.

Violet was in shock at Tate's reaction. Her body was still humming with arousal and she knew Tate's body had to still be aroused as well. There was no denying how hard his dick had been in her hand and between her thighs, even with his jeans still on.

Violet turned to look at him. He still had his arm over his eyes, but she could tell by the stiffing of his body that he knew she was looking at him.

"Tate?"

Violet watched as Tate got his breathing under control as she waited for a response from him.

Finally, Tate moved his arm away from his eyes. He glanced at her, and then quickly turned to his side, facing away from her.

"Go to sleep, Violet."

Violet stared at his back for a few seconds. She felt her face get red at his rejection, and she turned her body away from Tate and curled herself into a fetal position. She was overcome by exhaustion and she lost the will to think of an escape plan. I'm not going to cry, Violet told herself as she closed her eyes. Naturally Violet's last thought before drifting off to sleep was of the first time Tate rejected her.


2006

"What are we going to play, Gabe?" Violet asked as she watched the dark haired boy look around the basement.

"Yes!" Gabe cried out triumphantly when he found a glass Coke bottle in one of the old boxes.

"Gabe?" Violet asked again.

Gabe looked at the group around him with a shit-eating grin on his face. There were six kids down in the basement that day: Gabe, Violet, Tate, Chloe, Leah, and Travis. Leah and Travis were 12 like the rest of the kids, except for Violet who was 11. They were Gabe's friends and were new to the group.

"We're going to play Spin the Bottle," Gabe said and wiggled his eyebrows.

"Cool!" Leah said, and Violet noticed how Leah turned to look at Tate.

Tate was looking at Gabe and it looked like he was about to say something, but then Gabe started walking towards the room that had the rocking chair in it. Violet liked to think of that room as Tate's room because that's where he would sleep whenever Constance kicked him out of the house. The rest of the kids followed and sat down in a circle once they reached the room.

Not wanting to sound dumb, but not knowing how to play, Violet asked, "So, how do we play?"

Gabe placed the bottle in the center of their circle, looked at her and said, "Well, you spin the bottle and you have to kiss whoever the bottle points to."

"But what if you spin the bottle and it points to a boy or if I spin the bottle and it points to a girl?"

"Then you get to spin again. Okay, since this game is my idea, I get to go first," Gabe said as he reached for the bottle.

"Violet can't play," Tate said before Gabe could spin the bottle.

All eyes turned to Tate.

"Why not?" Violet asked incredulously.

Tate looked at Violet and said, "You're too young."

"Bullshit! I'm only one year younger than you guys!" Violet exclaimed.

"I don't want you to play," Tate reiterated, and then he turned to look at the rest of the group and said, "If you guys let her play, then count me out."

Leah turned to look at Violet and said, "Why don't you be a good little girl and keep watch so we're not interrupted by your parents?"

Violet looked at Leah and then looked at Tate. Tate wasn't looking at her. He was looking at his knee and was pulling at the threads of the hole there.

Suddenly Violet felt like crying. It was so unfair! She didn't understand why Tate didn't want her to play. He always included her in all their games, and in fact, he would be the one to seek her out to play.

She got up and left the circle. She walked to the stairs and sat down. She could hear the kids as they played their game. There were instances of laughter and the ominous sound of silence. Violet didn't want to know who was kissing who, but she just knew that Tate and Leah kissed at least once, and the thought gave her a stomach ache.

When the kids were done playing, they walked out of the room. They didn't seem to notice her sitting on the stairs, and they walked out the door that led outside. Violet got up to follow them, and she made it half way to the door, when the door opened again.

Violet stopped in her tracks as the boy came inside.

"Hey," he said softly.

"Hey, Gabe. Can I still play with you guys?" Violet asked a little hesitantly, not wanting to be rejected by both Tate and Gabe in the same day.

Gabe walked over to her with a half smile.

"Sure," he said, and then he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers.

Violet was shocked. This was her first kiss! Deep down she had always wanted her first kiss to be with Tate, but with Tate's rejection still fresh in her mind, Gabe's kiss was welcomed.

As quickly as it happened, their kiss was over.

"I didn't want you to feel like you were missing anything," Gabe said and winked.

Violet touched her lips, looked at Gabe, and smiled.


2012

The first thing Violet noticed when she woke up was that her hands were tied together again. They weren't tied to the iron headboard like yesterday, but they were still tied together. The next thing she noticed was that Tate was cleaning his guns. Yup, apparently Tate had more than just the one handgun he had used to kidnap her with.

"What time is it?" Violet asked groggily.

"It's almost noon," Tate replied as he continued to clean what looked like an assault rifle.

Encouraged that Tate had answered her question, Violet asked, "Can you untie me? I'd really like to use the bathroom and eat. You didn't let me eat last night before we went to bed."

Tate looked at her, did some stuff to the rifle, and then he went over to her. Instead of untying her like she expected, he took her tied hands and brought her to the bathroom. He stood her in front of the toilet, and to Violet's mortification he slid down her leggings and underwear in one smooth motion before setting her down on the toilet seat.

Violet looked up at him with a shocked look on her face when he didn't move from in front of her.

"Can I have some privacy, you perv?!" Violet yelled.

Tate smirked at her and then he left. Violet closed the door, did her business, and cleaned herself off the best she could. She also tried pulling up her leggings and underwear, but she couldn't reach the back.

Hanging her head down, she resignedly called for Tate. To her it seemed like he took his sweet time before he opened the door of the bathroom.

"Can you help me with my clothes?" Violet asked dejectedly.

Tate smirked again before reaching behind her to pull her underwear and leggings up. Violet gasped as she felt his hands smooth over the curve of her ass, and she couldn't suppress the tingle of excitement that she felt from the contact.

Violet looked at Tate only to find him grinning down at her. She felt butterflies riot in her stomach at the sight of the dimples she had long missed. But just as quickly as it happened, Tate's smile disappeared. He grabbed her tied hands and walked her over to the table, where he had set up something for her to eat and drink. There was a power bar, a yogurt cup, and a bottled water. It looked amazing to her considering she hadn't eaten or drank anything in 24 hours.

Violet sat down and quickly ate the power bar. She had trouble eating the yogurt with her tied hands, so Tate helped her. Every time Tate would bring up the spoon to her mouth, Violet would look at him, but he didn't look at her eyes. His eyes were focused on her lips. When she was done with the yogurt, she thirstily drank the water until the water bottle was empty.

Tate had gone back to his guns and was packing them away into one of the duffle bags. Feeling more herself, Violet asked, "What are you doing Tate? Why am I here?"

"You'll find out soon enough," Tate mumbled as he continued packing away his guns.

When he was done, he stood up and looked at her.

"Do you want a shower?" Tate asked.

Violet's eyes widened. He didn't untie me to use the fucking toilet! What are the chances that he'll untie me to take a shower? Violet asked herself.

"Are you going to untie me?"

Tate walked over to her and smiled, before grabbing her tied hands, and walked to the bathroom with Violet in tow.