A groan escapes from her lips as she starts to come around. I was hoping I had knocked her out for the duration but I suppose at least this way she really will suffer too. She deserves to suffer. I did nothing to her. I harmed her never until she was deserving of it, I cared for her, loved her, worshipped her.

For Carla Connor there was not a thing I wouldn't have done, but of course the ungrateful bitch couldn't be happy could she?

I think all this to myself, telling myself I will tell her but all in good time.

In comparison to myself, Liam is a weakling. It was so easy once he was all concerned over his hurt little Carla to restrain him further and get him easily into the position I now have him. It was also easier to stop him fighting back when he thought his actions might resolve in her death.

He is not as bright as he likes to think he is.

So as she lay, blacked out upon the double bed he somewhat willing let me bind him to a dining room chair.

The best part was the look on his little puppy dog features as I then picked up another dining room chair and bought it over placing it beside his in front of the sofa. His eyes widened further and he tried through his duct taped mouth to call after me as I returned to the bedroom.

I stared upon her with disgust. Who had thought such a beautiful, bright and intelligent woman would be so stupid as to let affairs of the heart jeopardise her life. I then scooped her up in my arms, I let go of any sexual temptations I had and the thoughts were easily displaced with the thoughts that he had just been there.

Carrying her out, I then watched as Liam tried to resist against his restraints in a mad attempt to try and get free to save her. He should have known that his chivalry in being compliant wouldn't ensure her safety.

Taped and bound to the dining room chair I watch horrified and speak although it is muffled and difficult to do so. The bastard lied to me. He is tying her to the chair beside me and he is going to hurt her too. I know she is semiconscious, I can hear the whimpers from her lips as he throws her down onto the chair and throws her about as he binds her wrists.

Every little moan that comes from her is one that sounds like she is in pain and I know full well she is. The rope is cutting into the delicate flesh of her dainty wrists as he pulls it extra tight and then fastens it to the back of the chair. Unfortunately dark thoughts cross my mind as to what else he may have done to her whilst they were alone in the bedroom and I pray he didn't.

I watch him grin as she moans again in pain as he fastens her ankles to the chair legs like he has done my own and I know he is enjoying hearing her suffer. He is so sick, I knew I was right about him. He pulls and moves her around even when she is fastened but he doesn't cover her mouth like he has done mine. I watch him, scowling so hard my brow actually aches from the action.

Satisfied that Carla is also restricted to a point at which she has no way to work free I kiss her very gently knowing he is watching me like a hawk and then leave her. She is hanging awkwardly and rather painfully I imagine over the chair. Leaving them both I make my way into her kitchenette and pour myself a generous helping of whiskey before I return to sit on the couch before them.

I smirk as I drink.

Liam focuses on me.

"Problem?" I ask him, knowing full well he has got one.

A short time then elapses before Carla starts to come round.

My head feels heavy as I lift it and try to move but feel restrained. A material hard, rough and course digs into my skin and I groan feeling it almost cut the flesh. I am not quite fully aware of my surroundings but as I come to terms with my position and that I am in the living room I shuffle myself up and look forward instantly locking eyes with Tony.

I notice he isn't looking at me.

"What are you doing?" I ask him, wanting his attention and taking in further scope of the room before noticing Liam restrained next to me.

"Tony?!" I address him as firmly as I can.

My head flies around to where her voice comes from and I smirk. It is nice of her to join us. Anyway at least now she has woken we can really get down to business. I finish the last dregs of my refreshing glass of whiskey and then place it down on the side as I rise up and tower above them both.

"I am going to enjoy this" I tell them.

Tony's voice is sadistic.

I hope Carla has picked up on that also. Whatever he is planning I know we are in danger and I now know it will be unpleasant. There is nothing but hate shining in his eyes as he glances between us before fixating on Carla.

He blames her, I hear him clear as day as he tells her as such. Then I watch him circle her like a shark as I discreetly but frantically try to work my restraints loose. His vendetta should be with me, not Carla, I knew she was taken, with him, whatever you wish to label it as. I shouldn't have pursued her. I need to help her.

I keep my gaze fixed on him best I can as he stops not quite behind her and not at her side. I dread to think how she feels, she must be frightened half to death but she is keeping her composure. Then suddenly I feel myself flinch as I watch her do the same and scream. Tony has grabbed a chunk of her hair and painfully and forcefully holds her head back.

"You only have yourself to blame" he smirks as his eyes twinkle and he tugs on her hair hard.