She unfolded the blade and put it to the bolt in the wall. She twisted and turned, working all her strength, until she finally felt it move a bit. It was hard work and it took some time but she finally managed to screw it loose from the wall. Halfway out she put the knife between her teeth and used her fingers to unscrew it.
She let out a small laugh as the bolt fell to the floor and she was able to pull the handcuffs out of the chain. She took the knife out of her mouth again.
"Gotcha," she said in a low tone.
She got to her feet and walked over to the door. She put her boots on. She leaned up against the door and listened. She couldn't hear anything so she silently opened the door a bit. She stopped and listened again. Still nothing so she opened the door just enough for her to slide through the opening.
"Let's see who plays this game the best."
She silently walked through the first room and found herself in a kitchen. What was it Dean had said? The key to the handcuffs was on the counter in the kitchen. She quickly walked over to it and there was a key. They hadn't even bothered to hide it or anything. They must have been real confident about her not going anywhere. She held a chuckle within as she grabbed the key and unlocked the handcuffs. She put the key in one of the side pockets and the handcuffs in one of the back pockets. She better take it with her just in case.
She walked through the kitchen towards the door in the other end. She stopped dead in her tracks the moment she set foot in the hallway. There was a large man walking further down, turning into a room. She knew by the size it was Roman. She quietly made her way towards the room he went into and listened. She could hear him peeing behind the door. Shortly after the sound of a toilet flushing. She stood holding the knife, waiting for him to be done in there.
Shortly after the door opened. He had barely set foot in the hallway before he felt a knife being pushed against his throat.
"Ssh," her voice sounded.
He stayed quiet and just looked at her, waiting for her next move.
"Show me the way out of here," she whispered.
He turned around and started walking. She was behind him with the knife pressed against his back. He knew better than to try to take her on as long as she had that knife so close to him. For now he just did what she wanted and led her through the big house.
After walking through different rooms, they went into another and bigger hallway. There at the end was the frontdoor. She smiled by the sight of it. She looked around and noticed a set of keys on a table.
"Really? That easy?" She chuckled as she grabbed them.
There were three keys in the keychain and she knew one of them had to be for the frontdoor.
"On your knees," she said.
He did as she wanted. She took out the handcuffs and threw them at him.
"Cuff yourself," she said.
He cuffed his wrists and looked at her. She pulled out the key from her pocket and showed it to him.
"Now, if you're a good boy, I'll drop the key right outside the door once I'm out. Okay?" She said.
He nodded. She put the key back into her pocket.
She turned her back on him and put one of the keys in the lock. She let out a small laugh as she heard the lock klick. Right on first try. She was just about to open the door, when she felt a sharp pain around her throat and she was being yanked back. Roman was on his feet and he used the handcuffs to strangle her. She dropped the knife during the struggle and he kicked it away.
He yanked her towards the table and slammed her front first into it, knocking the air out of her stomach.
"Fucking uncuff me!" He growled as he tightened the chain from the handcuffs around her throat.
She reached down in her pocket, pulled out the key and unlocked one of his wrists. He pulled his arms apart, grabbed her neck with one hand and pushed her forcefully down on the table.
"You wanna play games, little girl?" He growled as his other hand went in front of her and opened her shorts.
He pulled down her shorts and panties before opening his own pants and pulling them down to his knees along with his boxers.
"I'll fucking play with you then," he growled as he forced himself into her.
He thrust in as hard as he could, determined to hurt her as much as possible, but she didn't cry or scream. She moaned. This woman was really crazy. She wanted this. It didn't stop him though. If anything, it just made him push into her even harder.
"Take... it... all..." He growled between his thrusts.
Her nails clawed at the table and she finally screamed out loud but it wasn't from fear or pain. It was from pleasure as she came. He roared as he felt her walls squeeze him so good that he came too.
He pulled out of her and threw her down on the floor. He was fast to pull up his pants and grab both the knife and the key to the handcuffs from the floor.
"Get dressed!" He barked as he uncuffed his other wrist.
She stood up and pulled up her panties and shorts.
"Wrists!" He barked.
She held her wrists out towards him as he cuffed her again. He grabbed her arm and started dragging her back through the house. Dean and Seth came walking towards them. They had heard Roman roar and knew something was up.
"How the fuck did she get out?" Dean asked.
"How do you think?" Roman asked as he handed Dean his knife back.
"Sneaky bitch. I hadn't even noticed it was gone," Dean said.
She just grinned at him before Roman dragged her back into the room she had started in. He threw her down on the ground on the spot where she had first woken up. She looked up to see Seth and Dean had followed them inside the room.
"Guess we won't wait till the morning to have some fun," Dean said with a twisted smile on his face.
"Well, technically it is morning since it's around 1 AM," she said.
"Damn, I lost this round. Who knew they would be this good at playing?"
She tilted her head and looked at them.
"It's kind of pathetic how it takes three big men to keep one small woman down," she said.
"Oh yeah? Let's see who's the pathetic one once we're done with you," Seth said.