You awoke. Finally.
Tied to a chair.
In only your undergarments.
You looked around a seedy hotel room only to find Dylan staring at you, a horrendous looking knife in his hand.
"One scream, and you're dead," he said, showcasing the blade.
"Where are my clothes," you demanded, struggling with your bonds. Anger was your first reaction for a change.
He at first looked surprised that you weren't crying and begging for your life. He quickly recovered however. "You gonna act like a whore you'll get treated like a whore. You don't deserve any clothes."
"Just…let me go, Dylan. Seth is going to kill you as it is when he finds out what you did."
SMACK!
The slap came hard and fast, but not unexpected. You took the blow and then glared at him. "You've gotten too predictable."
He gave you another look of surprise. He expected you to cower and beg. You weren't about to give that to him.
He punched you then for your defiance, sent your chair toppling to the ragged carpeting. You groaned at the pain but refused to shed tears.
"Cry! NOW!" Dylan growled. You had the feeling he wanted to scream in rage but he knew that would only get management sent to your door.
Maybe I could provoke him into yelling and that would lead to me getting some help.
You proceeded to test the theory…
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