Prompt #63: Tight

Warren/Freeze Girl

Word Count: 624

Rating: PG-13

Warning(s): nonsexual bondage

When Dolores had mentioned an interest in being tied up Warren hadn't given it much thought besides it being a joke. Clearly, he should have given it more serious thought.

"Make it so I can't get out easy."

"I thought the point was to make it so you can't get out of them at all."

"You know what I mean," she huffed shifting back, deeper into the chair.

Warren ignored Magenta who sat on the couch with a far too amused air about her as she smiled at the pair across from her taking in the supply of ropes and duct tape.

"Stop smiling you creep. Can't wait until I get to tie you up," the blonde mumbled while wincing at the chafe of rope on skin.

"Stop flirting you two," Magenta retorted.

"I was talking to you, rat face."

"Uh-huh."

Warren threw a sour look across the room as he tore a piece of duct tape from the roll with his teeth and pressed it to the blonde's mouth from behind to stop the conversation.

He gave the ropes an experimental pull and went onto securing her waist and feet to the kitchen chair. He ran the tails of cord from her ankles under the chair to knot around pale, slim wrists. He memorized the feel of her delicate knuckles on his fingertips to sensory memory.

She was glaring at him for the duct tape silencing when he came around and faced her.

The toes of her sneakers hung above the floor, suspended from the tightness of the rope around her hands.

Magenta clicked the stop watch into counting and Dolores gave her a wink.

Warren rolled his eyes and confirmed with the unbound girl that if an hour went by without success they would come and untie the blonde.

They made popcorn in his kitchen and played an unregulated by the dictionary game of scrabble. The crash of a chair and loud grunts went on over the predetermined hour and when they returned to the room the blonde was wrestling the duct tape from her mouth with the friction of her cheek pressing against the carpet.

"Surrender yet?"

"Not unless you start kicking me, shit, I wasn't serious!"

Magenta poked at the blonde with a checkered white and yellow flip flop that she was not the original owner of.

"Get Zach's nasty shoes away from my face, bitch!"

"Come on stay strong under pressure," Warren offered catching popcorn in his mouth with a tilt of his neck and a good amount of flourish.

While he was focused on the popcorn, the bound girl rolled herself over on the floor and with a sharp tug on the cord running from wrist to ankle pulled the chair and sent its back feet into Magenta legs, and then smashed face first into the carpeting hard.

"Surrender my ass, gimme another hour."

Magenta rubbed at her assaulted knees and rubbed the bottom of Zach's flip flop on the top the blonde's head, she snarled at the two of them as they went back to scrabble and popcorn.

Forty-three minutes later the blonde walked, feet slapping against the linoleum, into the kitchen, frayed ropes dangling from raw, red wrists and a carpet burn rubbed into her cheek.

Her hair was a mess and her lip had cracked spot on the bottom that was already iced closed with sticky blood.

She picked up a forsaken flip flop under Magenta's chair and slapped her in the face with it.

Warren snorted and Magenta rubbed at her cheek. With a look at her blistered wrists he apologized for tying the ropes too tight.

"When you tie someone up tight is better on the knots, not the tension. Your turn Magenta."

A/N: Thanks for reading.