She was wearing a bloodred, short dress. She always looked good in popping red colours. It went great with her black hair. She let her hair hang loose. No point in putting it up if he was gonna drag her around by it again today. She put on a pair of long, black boots and a little black purse to finish the outfit. She was ready to party.
She entered the party. A lot of people was already there. She noticed him straight away across the room. He looked at her, eyeing her up and down. Then he just turned his head away from her again. It confused her. Didn't he like the way she looked this evening?
She went to grab a glass of champagne. It went down fast and she grabbed a second one. It went down fast too. As she put the glass down, she could see she had his attention again. He didn't look happy by the speed she was pouring down champagne. She grabbed a bottle instead, hoping to provoke him to come over, but he stayed where he was. She took the bottle with her as she went to sit down at a table.
She was drinking from the bottle, every once in a while keeping an eye on him. He was ignoring her and it upset her. The bottle was soon empty and she was feeling drunk.
She went to stand up. She was walking towards the table with drinks when Joey Janela stopped her.
"Hey Raven," he said and hugged her.
She could see Jon over Joey's shoulder, his eyes were burning into them as they hugged. She heard his words from the other day inside her head.
"No other man can touch you as long as I'm here, you got that? If I even catch you looking at another man, you will get punished. Do you understand?"
She understood perfectly fine. If he was gonna ignore her, she would have to lure him out by defying his words.
Joey released her from the hug but he didn't go away. He started up a conversation with her and she was more than happy to participate in it. Joey was drunk too and although the conversation started with work, it quickly turned into flirting. They were giggling together and she made sure to constantly touch his arm or smile a little extra. She could see Jon looking at them. He sure wasn't ignoring her anymore. His eyes were furious. He was mad, no doubt about it.
"Let's dance," she said.
She grabbed Joey's hand and pulled him towards the dancefloor. They started dancing. She was sliding her body up and down Joey's body, turning on every bit of sexappeal inside her. She could see Jon looking more and more angry. She didn't care at that point. She had to show him that she didn't take well to being ignored. Right at this moment they were playing by her rules.
The song ended.
"Damn girl, you're on fire," Joey said.
"Just for you, baby," she said and blew him a kiss.
He licked his lips.
"Go get us some drinks, will you? I need to pee. I'll be back soon," she said, grabbed her purse and left the room to go to the bathroom.
The hallway was empty as she walked down it. She entered the bathroom. She took a long look in the mirror.
"You played the cards you were dealt. If your hand was strong enough to win, you'll soon learn," she said to her mirror image.
It was words her father had always said to her as a child and every once in a while she would say them to herself when she was in a situation where she wasn't sure of the outcome. Right now she wasn't sure on how things would play out this evening.
She finished her business in the bathroom and opened the door. She was taken by surprise as Jon's hand grabbed her by the throat and pulled her out in the hallway, slamming her up against the wall next to the door.
"What exactly do you think you're doing in there?" He sneered at her.
"Why do you care? You've been ignoring me all night," she said.
His grip tightened around her throat.
"I told you not to talk with other men," he sneered.
"And I told you that you're not my dad," she said, provoking him on purpuse.
"I need to teach you a lesson," he said.
He let go off her throat and grabbed her arm.
He dragged her to the elevator and pushed the button to her floor. He was dead quiet in the elevator and she didn't dare to speak either. The elevator stopped on her floor. He dragged her to the door to her room, still not saying a word. He grabbed her purse and found the keycard in it. He opened the door and pushed her inside the room. He slammed the door behind him. She turned to watch him. He still looked angry.
He pulled out the handcuffs from his back pocket. So this was the game he wanted to play again. She wasn't about to give up easy this evening. She was mad that he had been ignoring her.
"Get on the bed," he demanded.
"No," she said in a firm tone.
His eyes turned dark.
"Get! On! The! Bed! Now!" He raised his voice.
"No!" She raised her voice too.
He was fast in front of her not giving her any chance to react. He grabbed her hair and pulled her to the bed. She fought back, pushed him off her so he landed on the floor. He looked surprised.
"Fuck you, Jon! You wanna play? Sure! Let's play. But if you expect me to roll over like a dog for you, you're wrong. I won't be ignored!" She was yelling.
He was quickly at his feet again.
"Fine, fight me," he just said as he launched at her again.
She was fighting back the best she could but it was hard considering she had a decent amount of alcohol in her system. She did manage to get one slap in hard on his cheek and she could see it only furiated him more. He was pulling her hair violently, leaving marks on her arms as he held them tight, rolling her over to her stomach and finally cuffing her hands to one of the bars on the headboard of the bed again.
He got off her, watching her while she yanked at the handcuffs.
"Fuck you, Jon!" She kept yelling it a couple of times until her words finally died out.
He pulled her dress up to her stomach, pulled down her thong and threw it on the floor. He slapped her ass hard three times, making her scream again. He placed a knee in her back and pushed two fingers inside her pussy. He leaned in and spoke in a low voice.
"You need to be punished. I'm gonna leave you here and come back later whenever it suits me."
"Wha... what?" She stuttered, not sure if she had heard him correct.
He pulled out his fingers and moved his knee from her back. She was watching him from bed. He put the key to the handcuffs on the window shelf while giving her a wicked smile. He wanted her to know a way to escaping was so close yet so far away. He grabbed the keycard and left her in the room.
