Kenzi woke up in an S&M worthy setting. She was in a dimly light room with almost nothing in it, facing a wall and tied to a chair. "This was exactly the kind of thing i was hoping to avoid when I decided not to go to college," She muttered under her breath, straining against the bonds.
Her arms were tied to the chair with obnoxiously thick rope so tight they ached against her ivory skin, along with her torso and both on her legs, right down the ankle. This psycho really spared no expense. Her ankle throbbed more than ever against the added bondage, but she was afraid to look at it in fear of finding some weird, misshaped thing that used to be her foot. Come to think of it, her head hurt pretty bad too and against the hard back of the chair, well, it wasn't a picnic.
Kenzi scanned the room with her steely eyes, hoping to get some kind of clue as to where she was. She had no such luck. Hell, even the last thing she remembered was irrational and confusing, and Kenzi sure had enough of those to adjectives from dealing with the Fae for one lifetime, thank you very much. Who would want to kidnap her? She was just Kenzi, the sidekick, the tagalong, the liability. Hell the only reason she could even think of was that some sick little Fae was holding her for ransom in a pitiful, saw-knockoff, horror movie cliché room. Probably his mom's basement. Dispite of the throbbing in her foot and the aching in her temple, Kenzi smirked at the thought.
A loud creak in the floorboards above her snapped Kenzi out of her musings. There was some shuffling and a muted voice that she had to strain to make out, but she couldn't tell if it was male or female let alone what Mr. Mystery might be saying. After what seemed like forever, a door squealed behind her, and stairs groaned under the weight of the person. Definitely his mom's basement. She smiled, but it quickly faded when he opened his mouth.
Makenzie. It was just one word, but oh god that voice. It made her breath shallow and her heart beat faster. It made her squirm and thrash against the bonds, even though she couldn't move and every motion that jostled her ankle was excrutiating. It was him, the man that haunted her nightmares and was the King of all the skeleton she had in her closest.
"Where are your manners?" He asked with a heavy Russian accent, edging around the side of the chair, and leaning in. She squeezed her eyes shut and wished him away with everything Kenzi had, but when he brushed back her hair and his stubble tickled her ear, she knew she was stuck. Here in the basement, with the man she loathed only slightly less than she feared. "This is how you treat your papa?"
"My papa's dead," The words fell out of Kenzi's mouth before she could stop them. The hard slap against her delicate cheek bone made her instantly want to eat them.
"You are mine, tiny girl. Do not ever forget it," Julius said, his breath hot and rancid in her ear.